#madi this is probably not what you had in mind at all but???

[elisela]

Eli babe I’m not sure if you’re even still taking Soft™️ prompts anymore but if you are I have a MIGHTY need to see you write #36 - giggling during sex 🥹🙏

Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

But sometimes—Derek comes back to bed in the golden morning hours and Stiles allows himself to be pulled against a strong chest. The only movement from either of them is the slow, rhythmic sweep of Derek’s fingers across his sternum, arm settled warmly over his side. Stiles drifts in and out of sleep, picks up Derek’s hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. It’s returned on his shoulder, a pathway of soft, lingering kisses that make their way up his neck and end in Derek’s teeth gently scraping his skin, and Stiles lets out a full body shudder.

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Sometimes they don’t bother fully undressing—

—Stiles will end up on his knees, Derek’s jeans only pulled down enough to expose his cock. He’ll swallow him all the way down and let his mouth go lax, close his eyes when Derek’s hand slides around the back of his head and leave scratches on his thighs that will heal instantaneously as Derek fucks his mouth.

—Derek’s mouth will work it’s way down Stiles’ body, hot and fast and desperate. He’ll unzip the pants Stiles is wearing and rip the fabric of his boxers, jacking Stiles’ cock as he looks up at him. Stiles won’t take his eyes off Derek for a second.

But they’re already naked now, skin to skin in their bed. Stiles brings his hand up and around to scratch through Derek’s hair, soft noise escaping through his mouth when Derek’s hand starts to dip lower.

“Mornin’” he mumbles, voice cracked with sleep.

Derek’s response is barely intelligible, muffled against Stiles’ skin. But his follow up��“This good?” is clear, and Stiles hums in assent. He’s half-hard and Derek’s hand is only just above his stomach, fingers still skating up and down. He grinds his hips down and back slowly, tightening the grip he has in Derek’s hair when Derek moans.

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Sometimes they’re quiet—

—Stiles will whisper “oh god oh god oh god”, head tucked into Derek’s neck, will try not to act like he’s not getting jacked off in the middle of dance floor in a seedy club.

—Derek will whisper his name, soft, pleading, bent over the back of the couch while Stiles fucks him, holding him down, one hand squeezing the back of his neck.

Sometimes they don’t say anything at all. Stiles is hard by the time Derek rolls on top of him, cock curving up against his belly. He ignores it to get his hands on Derek; resting on his shoulders, dipping down to his hips, pulling until Derek acquiesces and slides up, knees on either side of Stiles’ head. He kisses the inside of Derek’s thighs, opens his mouth to suck on his cock, so thick in his mouth, Derek’s soft exhale the only sound in the room.

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Sometimes they’re loud—

—Stiles will sit behind Derek on the bed, eyes on the mirror, hands holding onto Derek’s. “Tell me,” he’ll say, and Derek will take a shaking breath and a start to talk, will tell Stiles that he wants to suck him off under the table, wants to be fucked over Stiles’ desk at work, wants Stiles to come on his ass and chest and face. Stiles will stroke him as he talks, firmer and faster the louder Derek gets, the more he says, the more detailed the fantasy.

—Derek will say, “let me hear you,” just before he spreads Stiles’ cheeks and licks into him, works his fingers and tongue into Stiles’ ass until he comes, and keeps at it until Stiles is hard again and almost screaming.

But sometimes—Derek’s making little thrusts into Stiles’ mouth, and Stiles lets out a noise of protest when he slides away. “Not yet,” Derek says, chest heaving slightly in a way that makes Stiles feel strangely proud. “Wanted to fuck you.”

“Well,” Stiles says, waving a hand, “get on with it.”

Derek snorts quietly and rolls his eyes, but seconds later he’s settled back on top of Stiles’ body, mouthing at sweaty skin. Stiles curls a foot around Derek’s calf and breathes out, focusing on the feeling, the buzz of arousal singing through his veins, the drag of Derek’s hands on him, the—

He lets out a stutter of quiet, surprised laughter when Derek’s beard brushes his side and sends a ticklish shiver through him. “Sorry,” he says, and Derek looks up at him with such affection that Stiles can’t help but grin and lean awkwardly to kiss him. He settles back down, sighing out in pleasure when Derek’s tongue drags up his cock, and then—

“Jesus!” His leg jerks up at the feeling of Derek’s beard rubbing against the inside of his thigh, and he clamps a hand over the sensitive spot. When he looks back down, Derek is clearly trying not to laugh.

“Sorry,” Derek says—lies—managing to look at least halfway apologetic. Stiles isn’t fooled.

“Maybe we should switch,” he says, but Derek shakes his head immediately. Stiles gives him a look. “No funny business.”

“Never,” Derek says, and his head ducks back down. Anything Stiles was about to say flies out of his head when Derek starts sucking his cock again, tongue swirling around the head, pulling off to lick at his balls, one of his fingers rubbing over his hole.

“Suck me,” Stiles says, spreading his legs a little more, shifting so Derek can finger him. Derek’s hair is soft when he winds his fingers in, and when he moans at the direction, Stiles gives more. “Just like that—god, Derek, that’s so perfect—use two fingers, fuck, fuck, yes—so good, that’s so—argh!”

Derek is laughing when he sits up, and Stiles can’t even be mad.

He can pretend, though.

“What the fuck, Derek,” he complains, pressing his lips against the smile that automatically wants to appear whenever Derek appears outwardly happy. “I was enjoying a perfectly good blowjob.”

Derek snickers once more before taking an audible deep breath. “I really—sorry,” he says, and falls forward when Stiles rolls his eyes and reaches for him. “It seemed funny?”

“It was not,” Stiles informs him, but he grins anyway and pulls Derek down for a kiss. “You gonna fuck me or have you decided to just go for tickle attacks now?”

“Definitely gonna fuck you,” Derek says, and Stiles heart skips a beat when he realizes Derek is still smiling.

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Sometimes it’s just a release—

—Derek will come home from the gym still worked up, adrenaline flowing. Stiles will drape himself over the arm of the couch, ass up, stroking himself as Derek fucks him roughly. He’ll plant his feet and push back against it, hope there will be bruises on his hips the next day.

—Stiles will flex his fingers in Derek’s hair, holding him down, rolling his hips. He’ll say, “you can take it, baby, just a bit longer, please, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat, you feel so fucking good—” and Derek will take it, hands on Stiles’ thighs, grounding him.

But—

“Derek,” Stiles whispers, the only word he’s said for the past five minutes. “Derek, Derek, oh—please—”

“I know,” Derek says. His voice sounds strained, and Stiles isn’t sure if it’s because he’s close to falling apart or because he’s had his tongue in Stiles’ ass, eating him out since they both calmed down. “Do you want—”

“Yeah, yes, please.” He’s begging; he knows it, and he’ll happily do it again if it means he gets to come on Derek’s tongue. It’s one of his favorite things, and one they almost never have time for. “Touch me again. I’m so close, I swear, just—”

Derek’s hand closes around his cock, and Stiles closes his eyes and cries out when he feels his tongue again, circling his rim before pushing in. Derek has always eaten him out like he’s starving for it, fucking him with his tongue just as relentlessly as he does his cock. Stiles whines when Derek stops stroking his cock but then his fingers are pushing in, hard and fast, and Derek bites at the swell of his ass before leaning forward and over him.

“You look so good like this,” Derek says, voice pitched low; Stiles lets out a sound that sounds half-strangled, but he can hardly breathe. “But you sound even better when you’re begging to come. Come on, baby, let me hear how bad you want it.”

He’s going to burst apart. This is Derek’s apology, he’s sure of it, and he’s not going to let it go to waste. “Fuck me with your tongue,” he says, the words stuttering out, breathless. He’d long since lost his ability to control his breathing. “Please, Derek, please—feels so good, I’m so close, wanna come on your tongue—you can fuck me after, bend me over and—oh fuck yes—”

He thinks he screams. He’s aware that he gets louder when Derek’s fingers rub relentlessly over his prostate and his tongue traces around his rim, but when Derek pushes his tongue in again, Stiles feels every muscle in his body seize up before he lets go all at once, gasping for air as he comes all over the bed and his own chest.

Everything—it floats after that. He rolls when Derek pushes him onto his back, flings his arms around Derek’s shoulders and holds on to sweat-soaked skin as Derek pushes into him, breathing heavily, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of his neck. He winds a foot around Derek’s thigh and tries to pull him in closer, tilts his head to better hear the gasps and shallow breathing, the murmured pleas coming from Derek’s lips, and finally, the sweet sigh of relief when he comes.

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Sometimes, it’s all they have time for—

—Derek will grind against him in the kitchen; he’ll suck bruising kisses onto Stiles’ neck as he strokes himself, will come against the soft skin of Stiles’ stomach and rest against him for a few seconds before Stiles will squirm away and half-heartedly glare, his own erection obvious as he wipes himself off with a dish towel that he’ll fling in Derek’s direction with a laugh before grabbing his coffee and taking off.

—Derek will whisper, “come on, come on baby,” and Stiles will come, collapsing against Derek, legs feeling like jello. He’ll watch as Derek brings his hand up and licks it clean, will make a face and say, “look, that’s actually gross—” and Derek will laugh and make sure his jeans are buttoned and drag him out of the alley by the movie theater in time to join their friends.

But now—now, Stiles wiggles until he can hold onto Derek properly, tucks Derek against him and presses a hundred tiny kisses on his face and neck. Now Stiles says, “God, I love you, let’s always take days off together, that was amazing, you’re amazing—” and Derek kisses him back and smiles and tells him if he loves him that much, Stiles won’t mind getting out of bed and getting him coffee.

Stiles doesn’t get out of bed. He pushes Derek out instead, raises his arms triumphantly—and regrets it the second Derek makes a grab for his armpits and starts tickling.

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Sometimes they don’t have time for anything at all—

—Stiles will tear through the living room at six in the morning cursing about being late, will talk at Derek instead of to him, will catch himself at the door and turn back to give his husband a kiss goodbye.

—Derek will come home late, cringing at the dark house, the clean kitchen. Stiles will be asleep already, laying restless in their bed, and Derek won’t do more than strip down and brush his teeth before joining him.

But today—today, they won’t get out of bed for hours.

[struniolos]

bags.

“cant you see me? i’m waiting for the right time.”

chris sturniolo x fem! reader.

synopsis: the one time chris convinces you to sleep in his room instead of nicks, and the truth comes tumbling out.

warnings: smut. minors do not interact.

the sound of chris’ mindless humming fills the air of his room, as you watch from his plush bed the way he thoroughly reads through your mid-term college paper. his hair falls over his eyes, and his legs sit apart. you could watch him like this for hours, how he just seems so calm and present- you try and capture these moments in your mind, like you could take a photograph with your eyes.

“honestly, i don’t think you should include the part about when your childhood dog died.” he speaks up, looking back at you.

you raise an eyebrow. “yeah, it’s not like it’s a core event that impacted my life which is exactly what the paper is supposed to be about.”

he quirks the corner of his lips upwards. “it’s just so depressing, you know?”

“my life is depressing.” you counter with a laugh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

“you asked for my feedback, and that’s what i’ve got. cut the dead dog story.” he says, trying to be as serious as chris sturniolo can possibly be.

you couldn’t help but smile at him, watching as he pushed his feet against the ground to sway his desk chair back and forth. his pyjama pants were definitely a sight to see, blue plaid. a secret, shameful voice in your head fantasised about how soft they would feel up against your skin. you glance down at your watch, which pulses to remind you of your sleep schedule.

“fuck, it’s 12am. i should probably head home.” you sigh, rubbing your eyes.

chris looks up as if he were a puppy. you imagined if he had dog ears they’d be perked up. “it’s too late! what if you get murdered or something on your way?”

“in my car?” you question.

he nods, wide eyed. “uh, yeah, what if someone, like, pretends to have been hit by a car then when you stop and get out boom! they stab you.”

“you sure it won’t be you? seems like you’ve had that planned for a while.” you chuckle, shaking your head. chris always had such strange theories and scenarios running around in his mind- if it was possible, you’d love to open it up and take a peak inside. a part of you wondered if you had a place in there somewhere.

he wafts you off with his hand. “you can sleep over, you know nick and matt won’t care.”

you hum in agreement, not particularly wanting to drive home at this late hour, not because of the potential murderers, but the fact that you were ready to collapse in a heap from how tired your brain was. “alright, i’ll go ask nick to pull out his spare mattress for me.”

“it’s so strange he has a spare bed for all his friends when they sleep over, like, just share a bed?” chris rambles, as he stands up and stretched his arms over his head, his stomach peaking out from under his white top. god.

“it’s not strange, it’s very thoughtful. he’s even got a spare cabinet of toiletries for when people stay over.” you point out.

“jesus christ.” chris groans, rolls his eyes.

“whatever.” you scoff, beginning to stand up off chris’ bed, dreading the thought of having to walk up two flights of stairs to get to nick’s room.

chris frowns at you, tilting his head. “you don’t have to go. why don’t you just sleep in here?”

“uh…” you try to muster up something, some dumb excuse for why you couldn’t. because i’m madly in love with you? because i won’t be able to control myself?

“so you’ll have a sleepover with nick but not me?” he grumbles, crossing his arms. “don’t make it weird. we’re just sharing a bed.”

“yes, exactly the point of why it will be weird.” you laugh.

“come on, it’ll be fun. we could watch a movie?” he suggests, a smile adorning his plump lips.

this flusters you, the thought of being so close, watching a movie together, alone, in his room. there was always someone with you, wether it be nick, matt, nate or madi. but not tonight- and that scared you.

“alright, i’ll stay for a bit but i’m not sleeping in here.” you tell him firmly, trying to lay down boundaries before you did anything stupid.

this seems to please chris enough, as he smiles and jumps onto the bed ridiculously, the weight of him bouncing the bed and making it squeak. a dark part of your mind thought about the other ways his bed would make those noises, but you shut it down immediately. once you sat down beside him, with your legs crossed, you scrolled through the netflix catalogue on his tv. you finally settle on she’s the man.

you can see chris in the corner of your eye scrunching his face up. “oh come on, really?”

“it’s a good movie!” you argue, hitting his arm playfully.

he scoffs at you. “so you’ve said about a million other movies that were all shit.”

“actually, could we not watch a movie? i’m really fucking tired.” you yawn, snuggling yourself into the duvet. you remain on top of it though, in a way of telling yourself to not get too comfortable. “i cant be bothered arguing about what to watch, anyway.”

“okay, well what did you want to do instead?” he asks, turning onto his side to face you, now. the only light in his room was that of the tv which illuminated his pale skin, his bright blue eyes glistening. it hurt just how gorgeous he was without even trying.

you shrug. “sleep?”

he nods, now rolling onto his back. you assume this means he is in agreement, but he doesn’t say anything. he just stares up at his ceiling fan, breathing slow. you watch him deep in thought, like his mind is really tinkering over something and gnawing at his insides.

“why don’t you want to sleep in here?” he suddenly says, turning his head slightly to face you.

you sigh. “because chris, it’s weird. we’re friends- we aren’t like, dating or anything. it’s not weird with nick, but with you…”

“with me what?”

your mind fogged with a cluster of everything. all of the stolen glances, the going places you knew chris would be there, always being at his beck and call because you were a ‘good friend’.

you sigh, deciding if you didn’t say anything now, you’d beat yourself up for it. “because...because i like you, chris, and i know you don’t feel the same. i know how you feel about relationships, they scare you. so it’s just easier if i set boundaries for myself and-“

“you like me?” he cuts you off mid sentence, now propping himself up on his side on his forearm.

your stomach sinks. there’s no turning back now. “yes.”

there’s a thick pause between you, and you prepare yourself for the worst. you squeeze your eyes shut, covering your face with your hands. why the fuck had you told him? you’ve ruined everything. now he will never want to hang out with you, and it’ll be awkward with nick and matt and-

“why have you never said anything?” he whispers, quieter than you’d ever heard him.

you swallow, biting your lips hard. “because i didn’t want to ruin not only our friendship but mine with nate, madi, matt, and oh god especially nick.”

chris nods slowly, like he’s really taking to what you’re saying, like he understands the weight of it and why you’d never said anything. why you’d always stayed quiet, and admired from afar. he touched his hair, mindlessly twirling a strand.

“nick never told you?” chris said softly, his eyebrows knitting into one. he looked sad, almost.

“told me what?” you whisper back, your heart now beating in your throat.

chris was never one with words, so when he leaned over and pressed his lips softly to yours, you understood this was his way of saying i like you too.

your cheeks were burning, as he cupped them in his hands. you both slowly began to roll over, with chris now hovering above you and his knee between your legs. you kissed him pathetically desperate, your body keening against his. you lips didn’t seperate once, as if you were breathing air into each other’s lungs and if you parted you’d suffocate. his hair tickles your forehead, his nose pushing into your cheek. you were waiting for yourself to wake up, that you had fallen asleep and this was only a sick part of your mind playing tricks on you. but it was real, he was real.

“fuck, i’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he whispers against you, as his hands roam down your body.

you gasp at the feeling. “you have?”

“mhm.” he murmurs, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “can i take this off?”

you nod, batting your lashes to look at him, and god, he was beautiful as ever.

“this isn’t going to ruin things between us, is it? because i’ll stop right now if it means you’ll never speak to me again.” he pleads, doe eyes looking at you wide and earnest.

“chris.” you whisper, your hand coming to hold his warm, pink cheek. “i would never not talk to you. i want this, i have wanted this.” more than you know you wanted to add, but couldn’t find the willpower.

“i want this too.”

you both assisted each other in swiftly discarding of your clothes, leaving you both only in your underwear. you felt so exposed, the fact he knew how to you felt and that your body was on display. he stroked your thigh as it came to curl around his back, his kisses travelling to your neck and collarbone. you moaned softly at the feeling, his warm lips lighting little fires within your skin. he bit at the plush flesh above your bra before removing it, his hands coming to hold and massage each mound.

you guided one of his hands down to your heat, begging with your eyes. “please.”

chris snaked his hand under your waistband, his slender fingers softly touching your folds. it was all so painfully soft, how he rubbed circles at your core while kissing you slow and deep. he shimmied your panties down, leaving them at your thigh. he dipped a finger into you, your velvet walls pulsating around him. your body begged for more, and chris listened. he was in tune with you, without having to say a word. he pushed in another finger, which elicited a deep moan from within your throat.

“that feel good?” chris murmured, his lips at your cheek.

“god, yes.” you whined, your body curling against his.

he pumped his fingers in and out of your wetness, as you clawed into his shoulders and shuddered against his bigger frame. you could feel him through his boxers, as he ground down against you. his pace increased as he felt you clench around his fingers, the sounds coming from you almost pornographic.

you moaned and cried for him, “chris! i’m almost- ah!”

your orgasm came strong like a thunderous tsunami, your legs stretching and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth hung open silently as no noise could possibly explain how euphoric you felt.

“mhm, that’s it.” he cooed, riding you through your high and praising you in your ear.

you would never be able to see him the same, never look at him platonically ever again. you knew this would ruin you. he kissed you deep, his tongue licking into your mouth.

“i want to feel you.” he moaned, grinding his constricted mound against your heat. “i want to be inside you.”

the weight of him on top of you combined with his honeyed words began to make you feel all hot and tingly again, as you pulled him incredibly close, your lips puffed and swollen.

“i want that too.” you manage, grinding up against him, the friction euphoric.

he pauses, looking down at you, his chain dangling in your face and hair flopping over his face. “are you sure?”

“mhm.” you hum, “need you.”

chris gives you one last firm kiss, before reaching down to pull his boxers to his thighs. your face flushed a deep maroon, watching as his leaking, pink tip pulsated. he rubbed himself gently, and you reached down to help him. he guided your hand up and down his length, and you felt yourself getting wetter. you shimmied your panties the rest of the way down, kicking them off your ankles. swiftly, he reached over to his bedside table drawer to grab a condom, ripping the packet with his teeth and gliding it down his shaft. you clenched your thighs with anticipation.

the brunette lined himself up with your weeping entrance, as you stroked his hair. you both watched as he slid into you, his tip disappearing into you. your jaw went slack, a pathetic moan tumbling from your plush lips. chris slumped over you once he had bottom out, his face in the crook of your neck.

“fuck, you feel so good.” he groaned, his hair tickling the nape of your neck. “can i move?”

“please.” you beg, as he lifts his head to lock eyes with you. you could no longer see the blue, they were merely bands around his blown pupils.

the first thing you felt was relief as he began to thrust in and out of you, his forearms leaning at each side of you as he held himself up. you knew it was quite vanilla, but thoroughly enjoyed being able to see his pink cheeks and open mouth as he moaned on top of you. his thrusts were passionate and deep, something you least expected from him. it felt ridiculously good, your body overcome with a warm fuzzy feeling deep from within you.

“faster.” you whimpered, holding his head with both hands, clawing into his soft dark hair.

he did as he was told. he picked your legs up, pushing them to your chest so you were folded in half. he began to snap his hips against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. he was impossibly deep, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. he grunted and groaned as he thrust, while you whimpered and clawed at his back. the noises coming from your bodies were ridiculously erotic, the wetness of your pussy and the moans escaping your throat.

“i want to hear you.” he growled, eyes dark and swirling with lust.

“ah, chris yes!” you cried, as he slammed deep within you, his hands holding the back of your thighs to keep you in place.

he quickly slipped out of you, and you almost cried at the feeling of being empty. he flipped you over so quickly you didn’t have time to register, your stomach flat against the bed and his chest flush against your back. he sunk back into you, and you pressed your head into the pillows, muffling your cries.

“oh my- fuck.” you moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

his hands found purchase on the flesh of your hips, gripping it tight and using it as leverage for his relentless thrusts. his body slammed against yours, fucking you into the mattress. he reached around between you and the sheets, rubbing your sensitive bud.

“i’m close! shit!” you swore, biting your fist as he continued to slam into you, your ass bouncing against his pelvis.

“me too, ah!” he grunted, “i wanna see your face when i fill you up.”

you moaned at the thought, hoisting one leg up and twisting your core so that you turn around to look at him. he had a sheen of sweat coating his body and his lips between his teeth, while his hair fell in his face and his arms tensed as he held you down. the bed frame squeaked rapidly, thudding against the wall. there was no way nick and matt couldn’t hear you.

“fuck!” you cried, your orgasm washing over you in a thick wave. your vision was blurred, and your body froze.

the feeling of you clenching around him must’ve sent him over the edge, as chris’ hips stuttered with a cracked moan coming from his throat. he thrust into a few more times, spurting his hot liquid into you. your eyes were lidded, a dumb smile overcoming you as you watched him puff and pant. he collapsed beside you, but you made sure to face him so you could admire his post sex haze. you both lay in silence for a while, basking in each other.

“i cant believe we just did that.” chris mumbled, his finger tracing mindlessly over your face.

“me neither.” you breathe.

he thinks for a moment, pushing his hair out of his face to reveal his pink cheeks, freckles spattered over his nose. “you think matt and nick heard?”

“definitely. secrets out now.” you say, scrunching your nose.

chris laughs, reaching his arms to envelope you into him. he switched the tv off, now leaving you in the pitch black. as you lay there, caged within his arms, you couldn’t help but let somber thoughts cloud you. you wondered how things would change, what would you two become? was this a one time thing? did he really like you back or were you just another warm body?

“do you really like me too?” you whispered into the darkness, nuzzling your nose into his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“i always have. i just never know what to say in these situations. i get stuck.” he confesses, his hands running through your hair soothingly. “girls scare me.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “who knew, huh? chris sturniolo, ladies man…is scared of girls.”

he laughs with you now, squeezing you tight. “shut up.”

you find yourself lulled to sleep by his breathing and the feeling of him pressed against you. you’d never felt so comforted, like you belonged somewhere, more than what you did in that moment.

[sturniqlo]

In Between- M.S

summary: with their usual bickering, Y/n and Chris escalate into a heated argument and Matt has to break up a fight between his girlfriend and his brother

cw: angst, cursing, crying, fluff at the end

an: thank you to @ik33pitundercover for this wonderful idea (if you have any idea pls comment them here or in my 'send requests' in my bio and i might make them happen!)

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Before Matt and Y/n got together, it was always Chris and Y/n the bestest of friends. Though they never had any feelings for each other, they were always together. Everyone always told them they had a sibling like relationship. And they both agreed. They constantly bickered, pushed each other around playfully, just everything siblings would do. Eventually, the two other brothers, Nick and Matt, also became close with Y/n.

A couple of month of hanging out one on one, Y/n and Matt ended up dating. And Chris couldn't be happier. His brother and best friend were both together what more could he ask for?

Earlier today, Chris had texted Y/n if she was down to hangout. She politely declined, telling Chris she was going to hangout with Matt for most of the day. He understood and responded to her that he'll probably hangout with his other friends. He was a bit bummed to say the least. Chris can't remember the last time him and Y/n hung out one on one. Not that he was jealous of her and Matt, never. He just wanted to spend some time with his best friend.

After messaging Y/n, he didn't text any of his other friends, too upset to even hang out with anyone else. As the day went on, Nick had came into Chris' room to ask if he wanted to go hangout with him and Madi, he declined. When the afternoon came by, he ordered takeout and ate his taco bell. After eating he hopped on fortnite and played a couple of rounds before deciding to take a nap.

Y/n spent the whole morning and afternoon with Matt. Although she did feel a bit bad for declining Chris, Matt reassured her and told her Chris would be fine. Around ten in the morning, she picked Matt up in her car, and drove them to their usual breakfast spot. They shared each others plate and were both bloated with good food at the end of it. During their breakfast time, Matt had mentioned how Chris had seemed a bit down as of lately. "Do you think it's because you haven't hung out with him?" He said while taking a bite of his pancake. "I've hung out with him. We were all together last weekend." She replied.

"Yeah, I get that but, I mean one on one." Matt didn't mind at all when his brother and girlfriend hung out one on one. He liked that she had a good relationship with Chris and Nick. "Oh, yeah, I see it now. Maybe I can plan something with him next week? If he want to, that is." That conversation was a couple of hours ago. The time was now nearing five in the afternoon and Nick had called Matt that he was staying over at Madi's. "Do you think Chris is home?" Matt asked as they picked out the ingredients for tonight's activity. "Not sure, he texted me earlier that he might hang out with some of his friends."

Y/n and Matt had spent the afternoon at her place watching movies and playing games. Y/n ended up making them lunch, and here they are now in the grocery store. They had both agreed the would make something at Matt's house so Y/n can drive back to her place when she was ready to go. Matt was a bit bummed that she couldn't stay the night but understood that she had an exam early in the morning. "Wait, let me get Chris a pack of Pepsi. He told me he was running low yesterday." Y/n said, pushing the cart towards the soda isle.

"He seriously needs to cut down on the Pepsi. But we just keep feeding into it." Matt wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "I agree."

Chris woke up to the sound of a loud bang followed by laughter coming from upstairs in the kitchen. He checked his phone and saw it was almost six in the afternoon. He had slept for about an hour and a half. Confused about the loud bang, he got up to check. Coming up the stairs half awake, he saw Y/n on the floor cleaning up what looked to be some sort of dessert batter. "The fuck happened in here?" Chris said, startling Y/n. "Oh shit! Chris what the hell, you scared me." Y/n stood up from her spot on the floor. "My bad." Chris scoffed, going to the fridge.

"I thought you were going out today?" She threw the many stained paper towels in the trash. "I was going to but, you declined." He threw some shade at her. "I told you I was sorry, Matt had this planned for a couple of days now." She said, walking away to go retrieve their mop. "Where's Matt anyways?" He asks, as Y/n fills up the mop bucket. "He spilled his cake batter on the floor and it got all over him so he went to shower."

"Oh, well clean this mess up then. It not gonna clean itself up." He points to the remaining with his water bottle. "Woah, who put a stick up your ass?" Y/n was taken back a bit. Most of the time she could tell when Chris was joking when saying rude comments because he always smiled and tries not to laugh whenever he says them, so does she, but, he seemed serious about this one. "Stop playing around. Are you going to clean it or not?" Chris slightly raises his voice. Y/n's eyebrows furrow.

"Okay, You've never talked to me like that and I'm not going to let you talk to me like that." She stops filling the bucket up and stares at Chris with a confused glare. What has gotten into him? "Whatever." He scoffs, as he starts walking towards his set of stairs. "Hey, no! You come back here and tell me what this is all about." She tells him, she slowly starts getting mad. "I'm not a fucking child for you to be talking to me like that." He fights back. "Well you're acting like one right now." She crosses her arms. "Just leave me alone and enjoy your time with my brother. Seems like he's the only one you've known for years."

"Is this about us not hanging out as much anymore?" She says as Chris turns back around to face her. "What do you think? You get with my brother and now you forget about me? Was being my friend just an act to get to Matt?" Chris yells. "Are you hearing yourself right now?" Y/n yells back, and she sees Matt walk in with wet hair. "What's going on." Chris turns his head to see who was talking. "Oh look, your boyfriend is back, looks like you won't be needing me this evening." He smiles sarcastically.

"You're being a fucking dick right now." She walks closer to him. "Woah, okay. Let's- why don't you two settle down. And talk without yelling." Matt intervenes and steps in the middle of the arguing pair. "Matt, move. Chris is being unreasonable and isn't thinking before he speaks." Y/n tries to move Matt out of the way. "Babe, hey, calm down. Tell me what happened."

"He came up the stairs and just started being rude to me. He's mad about me and him not hanging out as much. When he could've just told me in a nicely manner." Y/n leans her head at the last part to where Chris can see her. Chris only rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you always tell me you're busy. Seems like you have time for everyone else besides me. I hope you're happy Matt, considering the fact that you ruined our friendship." Matt turns around. "Chris, I didn't ruin no friendship and your friendship with Y/n isn't ruined."

"Matt do you know what he said to me?" Matt shakes his head. "Oh, please enlighten him, Y/n." Chris says mockingly, she only rolls her eyes at him. "If you keep rolling em' they're going to get stuck." Chris adds. "Chris, stop it." Matt turns his head towards him "Go on." Matt tells her. "He told me that I only became friends with him to get with you. Can you believe that? He doesn't know the shit he's saying!"

"Chris? Do you really think that low of her?" Matt is shocked by all of this. He's never seen Chris and Y/n argue this bad. And it's making him upset that he's in the middle of this. "I'm starting to." Chris' comment ticks Y/n off. "That's it, I'm out of here." Y/n grabs her purse and phone and pushes through them. "Y/n come back." Matt gently grabs her arm. "I can't be in the same room as him right now. Not when he's acting all bitchy."

"I'm not acting bitchy, so get your facts straight." Chris adds on to her anger. "Chris that's enough." Matt raises his voice at his brother. "Here, come to my room to cool down and I'll talk to Chris, okay?" Matt softly talks to Y/n as he sees that she near bursting into tears. He knows she hates arguing with anybody. "Okay, okay." She whispers walking off to Matt's room, not making eye contact with her best friend.

Once Matt hears his room door close he starts going off on Chris. "What was that all about." He points to his room where Y/n is. "An argument, dumbass." Chris makes a smart mouth comment. "You know you could've talked to her like a normal person right? And to accuse her of using you so she could get to me was a low blow." Chris now realizes how bad it sounded. When Y/n entered Matt's room, she sat on his bed and let her tears out. She's never fought with Chris this bad. Yeah, they might've had a little argument or two over something small, but it never got to this point where someone had to intervene.

"Sorry, I got carried away. It's just, I miss hanging out with her. I feel like she's slowly forgetting about me ever since you two started dating." Chris says, wiping his eyes to prevent his tears to come down. "She's not forgetting about you, trust me. We always talk about whenever we hangout. And, she's also noticed how you two haven't been hanging out as much. Also, Im sorry for hogging her for months now." Matt tells Chris, earning a light chuckle from him at the last comment.

"Why don't you go in there and talk to her while I clean this up, okay?" Chris nods and starts walking towards Matt's room where Y/n currently is. He lightly knocks before opening the door. "Hey." Chris says, walking towards the bed to sit next to her. "Hi." She says, lifting her head off her knees. "I'm sorry about everything I said out there. I know you didn't use me to get to Matt. That was stupid of me to say." He shakes his head thinking back on it. "I just felt like you were forgetting about me and I was upset and let out my anger on you instead of talking to you like a normal person would." Y/n finally looks at him. "I'm sorry you felt that way. But, I also wish I would've realized it sooner, it would've prevented this whole shit show."

"Do you forgive me?" He asks lowly. "Of course I do, you're my best friend." After a couple of minutes basking in the comfortable silence, Matt finally walks in. "Nobody has been killed, I'm guess you two made up?" He takes a seat next to Chris. "Yup, we're good now." Matt smiles at that. "That's great, how about tomorrow you two spend the whole day together after Y/n is done with her exam?" Both Y/n and Chris liked the idea of that. "That sounds nice. What do you think, Chris?" Y/n asks Chris. "I'm up for it."

"Come on, let's go bake the boxed cake since I spilt the other one." He stands up and sits in the middle of them wrapping his arms around both of them. "That's the first ever biggest fight, definitely going into the book."

"Shut up!" Chris and Y/n say in unison and laugh.

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Noise Complaint (Chris)

Request: none

Warnings: secret relationship, semi public sex(hotel room), protective triplets, slightly possessive chris, degradation, filming/pictures, praise kink, daddy kink, getting caught by a fan, being found out by Matt and Nick, super rough sex, dom!chris, lingerie, choking, slapping, spanking, oral(male receiving), cum swallowing, creampie, facefucking, hair pulling, choking, maybe more idk

A/N: this was written when they were on the versus tour which is why it obviously mentions the tour

Y/n’s pov

We were going into week three of the boys’ tour and it was getting increasingly harder for Chris and I to hide the fact that we’re dating. Nobody knew, not even his brothers or Madi, who’s my best friend. At home, it’s a lot easier to hide the fact that we’re dating because Chris and I have always been super close, so us going to “hang out” alone wasn’t abnormal. Thankfully I was invited to go on tour with them since Madi couldn’t go this time, meaning I would have to share one of the two rooms with one of the triplets. You’d probably expect me to be sharing a room with Nick, which I wouldn’t mind considering he’s one of my best friends, but Chris had managed to convince both Matt and Nick to let him sleep in the same room with me by claiming he needs to cuddle with someone when he’s not sleeping in his own house. Since we’d usually get one room with two beds and the other with only one bed, neither Nick nor Matt wanted to have to share a bed or cuddle with Chris so they had “forced” me to be the one sharing a bed with Chris. Not that I was complaining anyways.

This was basically the only time when we could be completely alone however, Matt and Nick always had the room next to us meaning we could never have sex if fear of them hearing us. Luckily for us, the hotel we were staying at tonight only had rooms on separate floors. Currently, we were at the venue getting ready for the meet and greet as we just finished the show, everyone was still dressing in the color for their team. My color being red, I wore black cargo pants with white stitching, a red belt, a red corset top, and red Jordans, I paired my outfit with some silver jewelry and some basic makeup, adding winged eyeliner and red lipstick. As soon as I walked out of my dressing room, Chris pushed me back into it, “You look so fucking hot right now babe, I don’t know how I’m gonna control myself out there.” he said trying to go in for a kiss but I had to swerve it. Chris started pouting as I said “Sorry handsome, I don’t want to get any lipstick on you. We don’t want anyone to find out we’re dating, remember?” “Yeah, yeah, I just don’t know how I’m going to control myself out there because if I’m being honest, all I want to do right now is rip your clothes off and fuck you.” he said as we walked towards the door to leave.

We met back up with Nick and Matt as we all walked out to the meet and greet area and started taking pictures with fans. There was this one guy who came up to me and started flirting, I could tell that Chris was irritated but it’s not like he could do anything about it. “You’re hot, can I get your number and take you out to dinner? You know, maybe I can get you away from these boys and show you what I can do.” the guy said, making me slightly uncomfortable. Luckily for me, Nick saw this and came over to us “Hey man, can you not talk to her like that and move on to she can take pictures with non-creepy people? Thanks.” he said shooing him away. The guy did leave, but Chris still kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye to make sure nobody else bothered his girl.

After the meet and greet, we had all decided to go get dinner at a restaurant, and guess who just so happened to be our waiter? The creepy guy from earlier, and I think all the boys could tell he was making me uncomfortable. Due to this Nick ordered for me so I wouldn’t have to talk to him and we got threw dinner without an incident, well except for when we got our receipt, which had his number on it. I could literally feel the jealousy radiating off of Chris as we waited for our Uber, “Chris what’s wrong? You look super pissed off, are you okay?” Matt had asked him. “I’m fine, I just want to be at the hotel already.” Chris replied through gritted teeth making both his brothers give him a weird look before we got inside the Uber and went back to the hotel. Laura had met us in the lobby, handing us our room keys and telling us our room numbers as all five of us piled in the elevator. Laura got off first, then Matt and Nick, as soon as the doors closed Chris grabbed my hand, “I don’t like people flirting with you, I wanna punch them all in the face.” he said while rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand as we walked to our room

As soon as we got inside our bedroom, Chris pushed me up against the door “I want my fucking kiss now, you’ve had me so hard all day.” he said before capturing my lips in a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his hair as our kiss turned into a heavy makeout. He started pressing his body against mine so I could feel how hard he was before he pulled away, “I’ve been waiting to do that all day. God, Y/n/n you look so hot in this outfit, shit I never thought you wearing red lipstick would make me so fucking hard, you’re gonna have to start wearing it more often.” Chris told me. I had a little surprise for him, I had just been waiting for when we could get the chance to fuck on tour, I bought it at one of our stops after hearing Chris say I looked hot in red a million times. “Would you do me a favor?” I asked him in a seductive voice, continuing to speak after he nodded “Can you go stand in the bathroom for like five minutes, please? It’ll be worth it, I promise you’ll like it.” “Ughhh you know I don’t like surprises!” he whined. “You’ll like this one I promise!” I told him as I shoved him into the bathroom, I quickly went to change into a pair of red heels and a lacy red lingerie set before quickly reapplying some lipstick.

I sat down on the edge of the bed before telling Chris he could come out, “This better not be som- holy fuck!” he cut himself off as he stopped dead in his tracks a few feet away from me. “Do you like it, baby?” I asked innocently, he was at a loss for words, only being able to mutter out a delayed “Uh-huh, really like it…” as I stood up and walked over to him. Chris couldn’t stop staring at every move I made, I grabbed his hand and led him over to sit on the bed. He slid off his shirt and shoes as his eyes continued to scan my body, “Are you just going to sit there and stare at me or are you going to use me like I planned on letting you?” I said as I traced my finger across his jawline, tilting his head up to look at me. His lips were wet and red as he kept licking and biting at them and his eyes were so blown out that you could barely see a small sliver of blue.

Chris quickly stood up to take his pants off before sitting against the headboard, pulling me with him “As much as I love those heels, Imma need to take them off because you’re gonna be real uncomfortable wearing those in a bit.” he said making me take them off, instantly pulling me onto his lap when I was done. He grabbed the back of my head before smashing our lips together in a hot and needy kiss, he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip while pulling me hair causing me to gasp, giving him a chance to slide his tongue into my mouth. Chris suck and licked my tongue and lips, letting out a deep groan when I started slowly grinding on him, his hands quickly making their way down to my ass with a tight grip. He slowly pulled away biting my lip, “God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight! You’re gonna be so full my cum like the filthy little whore you are, gotta show you who you fucking belong to after that guy flirted with you today!” he growled into my ear.

I knew he was serious when he said I’d be filled with his cum considering neither of us had cum since tour started. I started trailing kisses down his neck and chest, disappointed that I couldn’t leave any hickies “Look like such a slut right now, wish I could take pictures and shit because you look fucking hot.” Chris groaned. I stopped kissing his body and looked at him from between his legs with an innocent smile “Who said you couldn’t? You can take videos of me sucking your cock or fucking me for all I care.” When I said that Chris groaned and his cock twitched. You could tell he was constantly dripping precum from the growing wet patch on his gray boxers. After a second he stood up and grabbed my wrist, dragging me with him before he grabbed his phone out of his pants “Get on your fucking knees for me, I’m taking you up on that offer.” he said while caressing my face before pushing me onto my knees.

He pushed down his boxers, stepping out of them before he tapped his cock against my lips, I quickly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out waiting for him to put it in my mouth. He placed his thick cock onto my tongue before thrusting into my mouth, pushing some hair out of face while I sucked on the tip. “Can I really record you baby?” he asked while caressing my face, I pulled off of him for a second, using my hand to continue to stroke him. “Yes baby, you can record it and take pictures of whatever you want tonight.” I told him before deep throating him, Chris let out a loud groan before he started to record me. I looked up at the camera innocently as I started sucking him off “Put your hands behind your, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little face of yours.” he said as he placed his hand on the back of my head.

I placed my hands behind my back as Chris started slowly thrusting his cock into my mouth, I hollowed out my cheeks making him let out a low groan. He started fully fucking my face roughly causing me to gag when his tip would hit the back of my throat. I started to whine and moan against him when he started fisting my hair and pulling it, the constant abuse of my throat combined with him pulling my hair caused tears to start falling down my face. “God, you look so pretty like this for me! Next time I’m gonna cum all over your slutty face!” he grunted out, making me whine around him again. I felt his cock twitch before his grip on my hair got tighter and he’s thrusts grew erratic. “You gonna let me cum down your slutty little throat baby?” he asked, I moaned around him as a response before his hips sputtered.

Chris shoved my face down so his cock was literally down my throat, my nose pressed against his pubic bone. “Fuck baby, so good for me.” he praised as he came before pulling out of my mouth. “Open your mouth for me.” he said making me quickly oblige, showing him my mouth full of cum. “Swallow.” I did as he said, sticking my tongue out to show him I did what he asked before he stopped the video. After he caught his breath he helped me stand up, “As hot as you look in this I need it off, right now.” he growled helping me take the lingerie off. Once Chris had helped me undress, he cupped my face in his hands to wipe the dried tears and mascara off my cheeks. Chris sat up against the headboard again, telling me to sit on his lap. He grabbed my throat to pull me into another rough kiss harshly sucking on my tongue, groaning when he felt my wetness spread across his cock, which was already hard again.

Quickly flipping us over, pushing my right leg up against my chest before slamming into me. I let out a loud moan as he gave me no time to adjust before he was pounding into me. “Fuck, so goddamn tight for me! You like being treated like a slut don’t you? Such a good girl.” he grunted as I scratched my nails done his back. “Yes! Yes, your good girl daddy! Please, so good!” I moaned incoherently. “Please what baby? What do you want?” he asked me but I couldn’t explain what I wanted as he was pounding into me so roughly and it felt so good. Since I was whining and moaning so much I just grabbed his hand, making him lightly slap my face. “You want me to hit you? God, you’re such a kinky whore!” he loud groaned before actually slapping my face making me let out an extremely loud, high pitched moan as I came around him. Chris grabbed my jaw harshly, getting closer to my face “Fucking bitch! I didn’t say you could cum, you didn’t even fucking ask!” he growled at me before slapping me again as I cried out, quickly becoming overstimulated. “Open your damn mouth!” I did as he said before Chris spit into my mouth making me whine “Fucking swallow bitch!” he said and I quickly obliged.

Me and Chris have never had such rough sex before but we were both living for it, not even registering the fact that we were in a hotel room and the people next to us could probably hear our moans. Chris suddenly pulled out making me whimper, “Hands and knees slut.” he ordered and I quickly did as he said. He pushed on my back making me arch it before he licked from my clit all the way to my ass hole, loudly groaning as he pulled away. “I’m gonna fuck your tight ass one day and you’re gonna let it happen.” he said before slapping my ass. “Chris please, need your cock back inside me.” I begged “You’re fucking greedy aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically as he ran his tip through my folds teasingly.

Chris then started thrusting into me at a slow pace, “Faster daddy, please!” I asked in a whine voice. He started thrusting quickly and hard, his nails digging into my hips as a form of leverage. Both of us were being extremely loud at this point since this new angle felt amazing, he had leaned forward to play with my nipples. He knew my nipples were extremely sensitive so he used that to his advantage, relishing in the fact that he was the only person to make me feel this way. With the combination of Chris playing with my nipples, aggressive thrusts, and loud groans he was letting in my ear were getting me extremely close to cumming again. “Mmm please can I cum daddy? Feels s-so good don’t stop! F-Fuck please!” I cried out making Chris let out an almost animalistic growl in my ear. “You can cum but I’m not fucking stopping!” he said moving one of his hands to my throat. I came around his cock for the second time tonight, crying as I was extremely overstimulated.

Chris pulled back to sit up straight again on his knees when suddenly our hotel phone started to ring. He slowed down his thrust, making me whine before going to pick up the phone. “Be quiet baby.” he told me, still slowly pumping in and out of me, Chris cleared his throat before actually answering the phone. “Um hello?” he asked confused, I started thrusting back against him causing Chris to completely stop moving and slap my ass harshly. “Uh oh okay, y-yea. I’m s-sorry.” he replied to whatever the person on the other end of the phone said before hanging up. Slapping my ass one time before flipping me over, looking down at me with a stupid smile. “We just got a noise complaint, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop. It just means you need to shut the fuck up!” he laughed before thrusting back into me.

Chris once again started thrusting into me but this time he smashed our lips together in an attempt to stifle my moans. These thrusts weren’t as rough as before, but they were still quite fast as we were both nearing our orgasms. We pulled away for just a second, Chris saying “Shit baby are you close? Because I’m about to fucking cum in you!” I just nodded in response not wanting to be loud again. He brought his hand down to rub my clit in fast, tight circles as he pressed our lips together again. After a few more thrusts, I was cumming around his cock with a whine, this caused Chris to cum as well. Filling me up before slowly pulling out, using his fingers to collect the cum dripping out of me only to shove them in my mouth a second later. He laid down next to me as we caught our breath for a minute.

Once our breath was back to normal Chris stood up before grabbing my hand and helping me up as well. My legs were trembling and it was kind of hard to stand but we silently walked over to the bathroom. Chris told me to pee while he turned the shower on, going back out into our room to grab our toothbrushes, my hair brush and, my makeup wipes before returning. We took a quick shower using the soaps that the hotel had in there before we got out. Chris wrapped one of the big white fluffy towels around me before grabbing another one for himself, I grabbed one of the smaller towels to wrap my hair in making chris giggle. “You look cute like that babe.” he said sarcastically as we got ready to brush our teeth. I used a makeup wipe to get the rest of my makeup off my face and some red smudges of lipstick off from around Chris’ lips. He insisted on blowing my hair so I didn’t argue and just let him do it since my legs were still shaky and I was tired.

Once we were done in the bathroom we went over to our suitcases to get changed, I wore an oversized shirt and panties while Chris just wore some boxers before we climbed into bed and went to sleep. We woke up at 7am as we needed to get back on the bus to drive to our next location, quickly getting dressed in some comfy clothes and brushing our teeth before gathering our things to meet Nick, Matt, and Laura in the lobby. Unfortunately for us, we walked out at the same time as the person from next door that made the noise complaint. We were just going to ignore her until she said our names, “Y/n? Chris? You guys were the ones fucking extremely loud next door?” she asked making us both blush and turn around. Chris awkwardly scratched the back of his neck before sheepishly nodding “Oh my god are you guys dating!? That’s so cute I love it! Oh shit did I ruin your night last night?” the fan said super fast.

“You can’t tell anyone about this!” Chris and I said at the same time, not wanting this to get out. “We don’t want anyone to know we’re dating yet, not even his brother know so could you please keep this private and between us?” I asked nervous. She agreed to do so as long as we followed her fan and main accounts on insta, which we obviously did before taking a quick picture with her. As we started to walk away, Chris turned around again “Oh and by the way, you didn’t ruin our night, you just made us realize we gotta be more quiet.” he said while laughing. We got into the elevator to go down to the lobby when Chris grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a quick passion kiss, pulling away right before the doors opened. Nick and Matt got into the elevator with us, Nick seemed to be oblivious but Matt gave us a weird look. “Why are you two blushing and shit?” he asked suspiciously, but luckily for us the elevator doors opened and we walked out to meet with Laura to go to the bus. Once we got settled in on the bus, Matt looked over to Nick before saying “You owe me 50 bucks, they’re definitely dating so pay up” making Chris and I blush.

“How do you know that? We’ve been so careful!” Chris exclaimed as Nick looked at us, irritated because he owes Matt money now, “I don’t know, maybe it’s the because she’s wearing your hoodie or the fact that you have pink lipgloss on your lips” Nick said. Both brothers started laughing but quickly stopped when Chris said “Well at least I scan do this more often” pulling me in for a quick kiss. Both boys gave us a cheesy smile as they were happy that we were finally dating before we all drifted back off to sleep.

[zsturiolosx]

Teach ya

pairing: Soft!Dom!chris x Reader

summary: You were nervous the whole day, and one of your closets friend, Chris, realizes it. Even though you thought he couldn’t help, you were wrong.

warning: smutt, cursing, pet names

You were in the Sturniolo’s house, with them, Nate and Madi. They were talking and laughing, and even though you were there, your mind were somewhere else.

All day you’ve been thinking about the date you are gonna go tomorrow night.

And probably gonna end up in his house.

The problem is, you never had sex before, and you’re worried you’re gonna embarass yourself or sum.

He’s nice to you, you’ve been talking for a few days, he’s pretty cute, and your friends say go for it. You quite don’t know if you’re ready, but it’s better now than never, right?

You were so focused on your thoughts that you don’t hear someone calling your name. You turn around and sees Chris focused on you, while the other talked along their self.

“Y/n” He whispers, you point to him with your head. “Are you okay?”

You knew that sooner or later he would ask. Even though you are close to everybody, you and Chris just have a different connection.

“Uhm, yeah.” You smile, but he still keeps his deep blue eyes on you. “I’m fine, nothing you should be worrying about.”

“C’mon Y/n, talk to me.” He comes closer, his hand meeting yours “I know that something is wrong.”

You sigh, he wouldn’t forget about it if you didn’t tell. “Okay, but i have to say it in your bedroom, is kinda private.”

Chris nods and gets up, pulling you together. “Be right back.” He says to everybody and they continued their conversation.

As you go up the stairs and into his bedroom, Chris closes the door and you sit in his bed.

“Okay, so tell me.” He says as he sits down in front of you.

You take a deep breath, avoiding looking at him because you’re embarrassed.

“Uhm, I have a date tomorrow, and I will probably end up in his house.” As you say that, you realize that Chris’s hand can’t keep still.

“You don’t want to? Just tell him.” He says.

Oh, if it were that easy.

“No, I want to. He’s nice, treat me good, cute and we’ve been talking for a few days. The thing is, I’m a virgin.”

You finally look at him, his eyes a little wide, his lips were stuck together. But he breaths out and looks down.

“And I’m nervous, what if I embarrass myself and do everything wrong?” You break the uncomfortable silence that grew between you.

After this, he looks at you, like he could see through your soul. Your cheeks getting a flesh a color.

“Uhm, i know this may sound weird, but i could teach you…?” Chris says, you instantly look at him, your eyes almost popping out of your head.

“What?” You were in a state of shock, you never imagined you and Chris would be having this talk.

“I mean, I could help you.” He continues, looking down. “We’ve been friends for a while, I trust you and you trust me, right?”

You nod, hearing what he has to say.

“And I could just teach you and that’s it, just as friends.”

After a while of silence, you look at him and smile shyly.

“Okay.” You say and he smiles, his face lightening up.

“Yeah? Are you sure?”

The way he worries about you makes it right. He’s the right person for this. You trust him more than anything, and your friendship is too strong to be ruined by this.

“Yeah.” You nod, happy. Chris smiles again and put his hand on your jaw, pulling you to a kiss. His soft lips met yours, a tingling sensation runs up your body.

His tongue ask for passage, and when you accepted, your tongues touch eachother, giving shivers up your spine.

His tongue dominates yours, while his hand go down your waist. He’s grabbing the hem of your tank top.

“Can I take it off?” Chris asks, his voice was low and raspy, making you crazy.

You nod a yes, he slowly passes the shirt through your head, staring at your light pink bra. You blush, his smiles becoming larger.

His kisses go down your neck, leaving hickeys and small bites, going down and kissing your covered boob.

“I’m just gonna rip this out of ya, yeah?” Chris says, unhooking your bra faster than he could blink. He’s a pro on this.

His mouth kisses your, now, naked boob, making you gasp from the unexpected contact. The heat between your legs growing more and more as his kisses go to your stomach.

“Chris, please” You whimper, feeling your body ecstatic. He smirks, getting up and meeting your lips for the last time.

Chris’s hand meet the elastic of your shorts, which he quickly takes it off, leaving only in your pink lace panties.

“So beautiful for me.” He whispers, his raspy voice bringing tingles all over your body.

Chris takes off the last piece of clothing you had, smiling at the figure he had, and only him could see. He leans over you, your faces so close together he could feel your accelerated breathing.

“Have you ever done… anything?” Chris asks, his blue eyes staring down at you. You nod a no, embarrassed.

“Not even touched yourself?” You look the other side, flustered, and nod another no.

“Hey, look at me” Chris grabs your chin, facing you with a little smile on his soft and pink lips. “You don’t need to be ashamed, ok?”

He gets up and takes his pants off, his boxers were already full. Wow, he was big.

“Uhm, I’m gonna go real slow, yeah? So I don’t hurt you.” Chris is now between your legs, smiling at you, naked, on his bed.

It was just a vision from heaven for him.

Chris takes his boxer of, his length hitting his stomach. You gasp, seeing his dick, it was bigger than you could imagine.

He leans over, giving you a quick peck before sliding his tip on your folds. You gasp form the feeling, Chris kissing your neck makes you even more needy.

Chris starts pushing into you, you let small moans leave your mouth. But when you look down, you see that not even half of him was inside of you.

Once you adjust to his size, you squeeze his hand and he gets it, thrusting the rest of his length inside of you.

Eyes shut, mouth hanging open with moan leaving it louder every time. Chris whimpers in your ear, your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck- You are so tight, gorgeous” He says, his compliments making your body tremble.

After a couple of seconds, Chris starts to thrust into you, in and out, making you moan every time.

“Y/n, baby, please be quiet.” Chris puts his hand over your mouth, your noises and whimpers becoming muffled by his big hand.

You realize that now Chris can’t handle being slow and careful anymore, his pushes into you become stronger and faster, but yet, somehow, delicate.

“Oh, Chris!” You moan, once he take his hand off your mouth. His tip hitting your g-spot every time he thrust all of his length into you.

The knot on your stomach forming and becoming bigger and bigger with every push, your legs trembling and your tights squeezing.

“Chris, I’m close…” You manage to whimper out, your eyes rolling back your head.

“God, you’re so gorgeous” Chris whispers in your ear, and that made you fall.

You feel your cum leaking out of your body, making a mess all over his dick. As you feel your knees trembling, you realize his thrust were becoming sloppier. He was close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Chris repeats it, and finally, you feel his white liquid fill you up real nice.

You moan loud, Chris puts his mouth over yours, giving you a messy kiss, that still gives goosebumps.

He takes his dick off of you and lays down beside you, Chris rests his elbow on the bed, then resting his chin on his hand, looking at you.

His blue eyes were dark, his pupils occupying the whole space. He stared at you with so much intensity that made you blush, acting like you were the prettiest girl in the world, even if you were a mess.

“Stop looking a me like that.” You say, giggling, catching your breath.

“Like what?” He asks, making you hide your face in the pillows. “A’ight, let’s get you clean up.”

Chris gets up and leaves the room, coming back with a wet towel, cleaning your mess. He helps you to get dressed and after gets dressed.

You two walk down the stairs, entering the living room. As you see everybody, Madi was holding her laugh so hard, Nate’s focused on his phone, blushing, and Nick and Matt looked disgusted.

“What?” You ask quietly, feeling your cheeks get a flesh of color.

“What the fuck was that?” Nick asks, almost throwing up.

Chris shrugges and sits down infront of them, you sit by his side.

“Did you just fucked?” Matt now asks, and because of your faces, they knew it was true.

“Oh my god” Nate says, laughing. You hide your face with your hands, not handling the stares.

“What? She needed my help with something.” Chris admittes it, making everybody gasp.

“Y/n, I can’t believe you just lost your virginity to him” Madi is in shock, and what you just said made everybody shock even more.

“WHAT?” They all scream in sync.

“That’s why I helped her, she has a date tomorrow and was scared”

“So you decided to fuck my best friend? With us here?!” Nick yell, still disgusted.

He just laughs, looking at you, smiling at your red cheeks and shy smile.

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I’VE DUG TWO GRAVES FOR US, MY DEAR.

˚₊ ⋆ ���︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — “Can I request Tom riddle x (fem!) reader angst? Basically, they have been trying for a long time to have children, but haven’t succeeded. So, to have an heir, Tom gets Bellatrix pregnant and obviously hasn’t told reader. Reader finds out shes pregnant and goes to tell Tom and show him the pregnancy test, but right outside his study she hears him ask Bellatrix „how is my heir doing? Is my child healthy?“ and reader drops the test in front of his study, where Tom finds it later, and leaves.”

Part 2

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Word count: 3.6K

A/N: “but baaaabe, she doesn’t even mean anything to me” and for him he MEANS it, that’s the worst part. Oh god I’m going to be sick. I headcanon him as loyal and now he’s out here embarrassing me. Anyway, thank you to my best friend Madie for helping me choose the right ending for this and for proof-reading for me. To the requester: I didn’t take the suicide route bc that’s a very sensitive topic that I have personal ties to. But yeah, if anyone wants it I’m 100% down to write a part 2 to this.🖤🖤

You felt wrong.

Well, not exactly you, just something felt wrong. You felt on edge, tense, like you were just waiting for the galleon to drop. There was no explanation for the way you were feeling, at least not one you could think of. But you couldn’t help but feel on edge, your mind racing as you resisted the urge to continuously look over your shoulder throughout the day.

You had hoped that the feeling would be gone by the end of the day, but as you sat with Tom having dinner the feeling was still there. You wanted to hide it from him, but you just knew he could see the slight shake of your hand as you poked mindlessly with your fork at the food in front of you. Though, either out of courtesy to you or him just not wanting to deal with it at the moment, he didn’t ask.

No, it wouldn’t be until the two of you had gotten into bed for the night that he would.

As you settled into bed, you felt Tom’s arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close. While you would normally welcome this, as it was rare that Tom would hold you in such a way, the unusual action added to your sense of unease. You felt his lips press a kiss just behind your ear before he asked, “there’s something bothering you, what is it?”

You didn’t know how to tell him, or if you even wanted to tell him. You didn’t want Tom to think negatively of you, to think you were officially losing it, but a part of you knew Tom wasn’t going to drop it. What Tom wanted, Tom got, one way or another. So, reluctantly, you told him.

“I’m not sure, I just don’t feel right, not in a sick way but—,” you paused, mentally kicking yourself for admitting it out loud, “I feel as if something bad is about to happen, something very bad.” Tom said nothing, but you could feel his hold on you tighten just a fraction. There was a few seconds of silence before Tom finally spoke again, “I see, I’m sure you are alright, you probably just need to rest.”

You know this was his way of comforting you, but it did nothing to help how you felt. You tried taking his words to heart though, and forced yourself to relax, attempting to get some sleep.

6:23 am.

You stared at the ticking hands of the clock on the wall, watching them dutifully count the time, hoping the dullness of it all would help you fall back asleep. It did nothing to help you, though, and instead just aided in helping your mind wander. You went through every possibility, until you were left with two options.

Tom was up to something… or you were pregnant. You didn’t want to think of the first option, it was a thought that left you upset even considering, but he had been distant for the past 4 months. He did not treat you any different, but he seemed… distracted. Where he once did not mind if you opened his letters for him, he now tightly guarded them. You tried asking him why, but he said it was to protect you if things went bad. He attempted to explain your worries away, saying he did not want you implicated in anything he was up to.

Not to mention he was out the house more— Death Eater business, he tells you. Always that. It almost made you angry how much time he spent working towards his grand scheme when all you wanted was just some of his time. At first you tried to push back on it, but soon realized it did nothing to sway him. Tom did what he wanted, regardless of the feelings of others.

Despite all this you refuse to accept Tom may be up to something behind your back. He was your husband, and he loved you, even if he did not express it often. So that left you with one conclusion: you’re pregnant.

It was a possibility that had been hanging in the back of your mind, but not one you wanted to genuinely entertain. After years of trying and it being false alarms have left you with nothing but negative feelings towards the process of finding out. You did not want to get your hopes up once again, as each negative was becoming more and more unbearable.

You couldn’t just rule it out without taking a test though, so you had no choice but to do so. Not wanting to go to a healer and have them check on you magically, you decided to instead go about it the muggle way. You had heard during your younger years, while at Hogwarts, that muggle women had measures of finding out on their own in the comfort of their own bathroom. So that’s what you set off to do, after getting dressed of course.

Entering muggle London, it was hard not to stick out. While you tried to dress as casual as you possibly could, you knew there was still something off about how you dressed. No one seemed to mind though, letting you walk through the busy streets without much more than a double take. It didn’t take long for you to find what looked like a small store, you hoped to Merlin that they had what you needed.

As you walked around the small shop, you realized what you were doing was beyond ridiculous. You were truly out of your league as you browsed the aisles looking for what you needed. You were beginning to get frustrated when you heard a feminine voice from the left, “excuse me, miss, can I help you find something?”

You paused, stopping midstep, turning your head to look at who was speaking to you.

The girl, who couldn’t have been any older than 19, seemed to be a shop attendant. She had on what you could only guess was typical muggle attire, and a vest with the name of the shop on it. You nodded, “yes, I need the test that will tell me if I’m pregnant or not.”

The shop girl gave you a look, and you began to worry more that you were sticking out far too much. “You mean a pregnancy test?” She asked. “Yes, that,” you replied, hoping she would just show you where it was and stop talking to you. Thankfully she seemed to have read your mind, gesturing you to follow her. She took you to the aisle furthest back in the store, pointing out the shelf that was filled with a dozen different options. You thanked her, and she left you alone with all the different tests.

Looking over them all you picked the one you thought would be best, but as you held the test you had a revelation, ‘I have no muggle money’. You froze, now weighing your options. You could leave and convert the money, coming back at a later time, or you could just…take it. Leaving was the morally correct choice, but just taking it was the more tempting one as it would save you the trouble of explaining to Tom why you needed muggle money if word got back to him.

So, looking around and making sure no eyes were on you, you silently cast a spell, hiding the box from any prying eyes. As you walked out the store you couldn’t believe what you had done. Stealing? From a muggle establishment? How scandalous! As you walked down the street you shook your head, banishing the thought from your mind. You didn’t have time to worry about the ethics of stealing from muggles. You needed to know if you were pregnant.

Thankfully, it was a little easier to find a place to use the restroom. You sat on the toilet, reading the box, and the instructions seemed easy enough. You followed them exactly before capping the test, holding it in a way where the results faced away from you. You didn’t want to see the results, too scared of it being negative once again. After what you considered an appropriate amount of time, you flipped the test over.

Positive.

‘It’s wrong, it has to be,’ you thought to yourself as you eyed the muggle pregnancy test. The test was wrong, it’s a defective muggle device. You’d make an appointment with the healer as soon as possible until you could confirm it for sure and you’d keep it a secret from Tom until then. You didn’t want to tell him, only for it to be a false positive and get his hopes up fruitlessly.

So, you wrapped the test tightly and tossed it in the bin. Washing your hands, you made your way out of the muggle establishment, and to an empty corner before apparating to the edge of yours and Tom’s property. You stood there for a moment, taking in the site of your shared home, wishing you had some calming draught on hand.

You knew as soon as Tom saw you he’d know something was wrong. Tom had always said you weren’t a very good liar, and you knew with the state you were in right now that if he tried to pry your secret would come tumbling out before you had the chance to stop it.

You couldn’t stand out here all day though, the November air was more than chilly, and you were going to freeze if you didn’t go in soon. You took a steadying breath and walked forward with your head held high, taking your time to get to the doors, attempting to look casual. You were halfway up the set of stone stairs leading up to the front doors, when they began to open. For a split second you felt yourself panic on the inside, thinking maybe it was Tom who came to greet you, until your house elf Poppy came into view.

“Welcome back, madam,” the little elf said, ushering you in.

“Hello, Poppy,” you said. You had never been happier to see a house elf in your life. As Poppy shut the doors behind you, and she ushered you to the dining room, she informed you that Tom had already left for the day, leaving you to have breakfast alone. Normally that would have left you disappointed, you and Tom made sure to always eat breakfast and dinner together, and this would be the first time in a long time that you ate alone. But, after the morning you had, you relished in the absence of conversation.

“Poppy, please make an appointment for me with a healer,” you asked, sitting down at the dining table. Poppy nodded wordlessly before leaving you to go make the appointment.

It was a week later that you found yourself sitting in a sterile room, awaiting the results. You wanted so desperately for it to be true. You’d never recover if you found out the test had lied. Tom still didn’t know about the possibility of your pregnancy, but then again, it wasn’t hard to hide it from him with how busy he’d been this past week. And seeing as your mind was preoccupied, you hadn’t pushed on what had him so busy.

Just as your mind began to drift from boy names, to more feminine names, the door to your right clicked open. The healer gave you a bright smile, greeting you. The forced politeness left a bad taste in your mouth as you just wished for the results so you could get home. You gave a tight-lipped smile back, and a similar greeting. The healer stopped in front of you, flipping one of the papers up, quickly reading its contents before looking at you once again.

“Well, Mrs. Riddle, it seems you certainly are pregnant!” He congratulates you, before explaining how far along you seem to be and that he needs you back in a month. You’re still in a daze when he hands you the paperwork, telling you your diagnosis and other information regarding your pregnancy. It feels too good to be true, and you’re not sure if you should laugh, cry, or do both as you leave the office.

You’re pregnant. You’re actually pregnant. You walk down a secluded alley, casting the muffliato charm as you buried your head in your hard, a soft cry erupting from you. You both had tried so hard for so long and it’s finally happening, you are finally having the child you both wanted. You let yourself cry from the overwhelming feeling of happiness for a moment longer before collecting yourself. You needed to tell Tom, you knew this was just the news he needed.

Tom was working from home today, something you had never been so happy about before today. It made the process of talking to him much easier than if he left to Merlin-knows-where to do what he needed. But, as you walked up those stairs to the hallway that his office was down you felt your heart plummet.

Tom was here, but so was another woman.

You quieted your steps, hoping to figure out who the woman was and what they were talking about. It was difficult as the door was mostly shut and they were talking in hushed tones. But, as you stepped off the stairs and into the hallway you recognized the voice of the woman immediately.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

A woman that you held more than just disdain for. She is the only female Death Eater Tom has recruited, and not only that, she was his second in command. While Tom didn’t see any of his Death Eaters as true equals, even you knew he seemed to favor her over the rest of them. Bellatrix seemed to revel in this fact, and despite being married herself, her loyalty seemed to lay more with your husband than her own. She did whatever Tom asked, no matter what it may be, without even a hint of resistance. You truly believe if Tom asked her to kill herself, she would do it without hesitation.

As you walked closer to the door they seemed to have stopped talking, but before you could knock and let yourself be known, you heard something that knocked the breath out of your lungs.

“You had a check-up last week, did you not? How is my heir?” Tom sounded casual, as if he was asking Bellatrix about the weather. His heir? His heir? Your mind was sent reeling as you began to hyperventilate. You quietly backed away from the door, walking as silently but also as quickly as you could away. But, as you turned to leave you nearly tripped over your own two feet, the papers you were holding falling to the ground. In your distress you left them, not being bothered to pick them up, as you caught yourself and hurried down the hallway intent on putting space between yourself and the cracked office door.

You found yourself in a guest room on the other side of the house, away from Tom and Bellatrix, away from the source of your heartbreak. You sit on the edge of the bed, and cast the muffliato charm for the second time today. After you cast the spell, you finally let yourself feel completely. Your heart shatters into tiny crystallized bits, the shards of it dig into every crevice of your sternum, leaving you clutching at your chest as it pierces your lungs and esophagus. Your chest and throat have an indescribable ache as a piercing wail leaves you, the pain of his betrayal leaving you feeling something beyond devastation.

The knowledge that he cheated on you was painful enough, but the fact that it was Bellatrix made it all the more painful. He knew how you felt toward their dynamic and his trust in her. It was as if he chose her on purpose, to tell her that Bellatrix is a more suitable partner for him.

How Bellatrix was everything she wasn’t: unwaveringly devoted to him, believed in his pureblood ideology, and stood by him on it. Bellatrix could also give him children, and she couldn’t.

Or so he thought. He didn’t know she was pregnant yet. Maybe that was for the best, you considered, as you sat in that empty room, fingers wringing together painfully as you tried to calm yourself. As you attempted to gather yourself, knocking on the door began to reverberate throughout the room, causing a panic inside you. You cleared your throat, and took in a breath, hoping to gather yourself before addressing who was on the other side. Lifting your wand you released the muffling charm, “come in.”

Your voice still wobbled as the words left you, leaving you mentally kicking yourself. The door opened, revealing Tom, on the other side. As he took in the sight of you, sniffling and teary-eyed, he walked in completely, softly shutting the door behind him. Looking at him sent a surge of anguish through you, a new wave of tears gathering in your eyes. The vision of Tom doubled as your lips began to wobble as you held back your tears. You were unable to see the look on Tom’s face as you looked away, trying to calm yourself once again, so you weren’t quite sure what he was thinking.

Getting on one knee before you, Tom placed his left hand on your knee as his right reached up, wiping at your tear streaked face. You let out a shuddering breath, finally looking at him. Tom’s face was the most expressive you’d ever seen it, if you hadn’t been in such a miserable state you would have taken a moment to admire it.

There was a look of genuine worry on his face as the both of you looked at each other. The silence was suffocating, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be the one to break it. There was nothing you wanted to say to him, you could hardly bear to look at him, much less talk to him.

“Why are you upset, darling? This is wonderful news” Tom sounded sympathetic in his attempt to comfort you. You let out a laugh in disbelief, you could not believe the words coming out of his mouth. “Wonderful news? In what world is this ‘wonderful news’?” You were close to yelling by the time you finished talking, feeling your sadness morph into something far uglier: anger. Tom at least had the decency to look taken aback, seeming to not expect the response he received.

Tom’s eyes searched yours for a moment before his expression became guarded, he gave your hand a squeeze before standing up, “it seems we are talking about two different things.”

You said nothing, there was nothing you could say that he hadn’t just deduced for himself, and it seemed he knew that too as he continued speaking.

“Y/N, you have to understand, I needed to ensure I had an heir and we hadn’t been successful in getting you pregnant,” Tom tried to explain. You’re sure in his head that this was logical, just the rational choice to get around your fertility issues. But to you, this was anything but the best next step. There was no reasoning good enough to make this okay; it will never be okay. This is a wound that may scar over, but will always ache when brushed against.

“You had an affair with a woman who I already voiced my concern about, without even consulting me on your decision, and expect me to understand?” You asked, incredulously. Tom, though looking mildly annoyed, still had the decency to also seem a touch guilty. “I didn’t step out of our marriage for pleasure or some sort of validation, you've always been the only one for me, it was merely to—” you decide to cut him off. “Produce an heir,” was all you said, finishing his sentence for him.

A heavy silence hung in the air, what you said leaving a palpable bitterness in the air. Tom still had the same touch of guilt in his eyes, but it wasn't enough. The guilt wasn’t strong enough to let him take full accountability for how wrong he was. Tom reached out, his hands cupping the back of your neck as his thumbs grazed your jawline, forcing you to look at him.

“It will be okay, I made a mistake by not telling you my plans, I apologize,” Tom may have sounded sincere, but it wasn’t good enough. Nothing will ever make up for what he has done to not only your relationship, but also to your trust in him. You reached up, and gently removed his hands from your face before standing up yourself, forcing him to take a few steps back.

“No, it’s not going to be okay; it will never be ‘okay’. You didn’t just make a mistake, you ruined our marriage, and for that, Tom, I hate you.”

And you left.

Leaving your husband to stand in that spare room, alone, with only his thoughts to keep him company.

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manifesting with feminine energy, ࿐ ˚ . ✦

if you’re like me, you’ve probably noticed how easily things flow when we embrace our soft, feminine side. manifesting through feminine energy is all about leaning into your softness and trusting that what you want is already yours. the law of assumption says that what you assume to be true will be true. feminine energy helps us receive rather than chase our desires.

— TAP INTO YOUR FEELINGS,

feminine energy is all about feeling. instead of thinking logically about how something will happen, focus on how it will feel when your manifestation arrives. imagine yourself wearing that energy, feeling the joy and abundance already.

close your eyes and imagine how soft, warm, and secure you’ll feel when your manifestation arrives. allow those emotions to wash over you. manifesting is rooted in the heart, not the mind.

— LEAN BACK & RECEIVE,

feminine energy thrives in receiving. let go of the need to control or push. know that what’s meant for you will come with ease.

take a few moments every day to sit in stillness and feel the emotions of already having what you want. imagine your heart opening like a flower, receiving all the love, abundance, and beauty the universe is sending your way.

affirm: “i deserve to receive all my desires effortlessly.”

— TRUST YOUR INTUITION ,

your inner guidance is always leading you. if you get a nudge or gut feeling, follow it with confidence. you’re in tune with the flow of life, and your intuition is showing you the path.

journal your intuitive nudges. write down any whispers or gut feelings that arise, no matter how small. follow your inner guidance with confidence, knowing it’s leading you toward your manifestations.

affirm: “i trust my intuition completely. everything is unfolding in divine timing.”

— EMBODY YOUR DESIRES,

dress, act, and move through the world as if you already have what you’re manifesting. feminine energy is magnetic, so step into that version of yourself who already has it all. the more you live in this energy, the quicker your manifestations will appear.

every morning, ask yourself, “how would i show up today if i already had my desires?” then step into that energy.

affirm: “i am the embodiment of my highest self, and everything i desire flows to me naturally.”

— LET GO & SURRENDER,

the ultimate expression of feminine energy is surrender—not giving up, but trusting so deeply that you know everything is already yours. you don’t have to control or manipulate outcomes. instead, lean back, relax, and let the universe deliver your desires.

practice the art of letting go. once you’ve set your intentions, focus on feeling good, embodying your desires, and nurturing yourself. understand that you don’t have to know how it will happen. the how is the universe’s job; your job is to stay open to receiving.

affirm: “i let go of control, trusting that everything is falling perfectly into place.”

as you embrace your natural feminine essence, everything you’ve ever wanted will begin to flow to you with ease. remember, it’s not about doing more, it’s about being more of your true self.

so, take a deep breath, soften your heart, and trust that you’re in the perfect position to receive all your dreams. your feminine energy is your greatest power. let it guide you into a reality filled with abundance, love, and beauty.

xo, madi ღ

[stvrnzcherries]

BRUTAL (PART TWO)

READ PART ONE

c. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: A few weeks have passed since you and Chris got into this tricky situation, and you’ve stopped texting him until one day you decided that you have to confront him about it. Things never end as expected, do they?

warnings: dom!chris, smut, angst, oral sex (fem!receiving), p in v, creampie, alcohol, use of y/n, pet names, choking kink, swearing, cheating, fingering, toxic relationship, praising, degrading kink (kinda), unprotected sex (wear it to get it!)

not proofread!

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It’s been three weeks and you’ve been ignoring the triplet's texts and calls right after the day they left for their trip, you just couldn’t bear the remorse that things between you and Chris had been awkward after what happened at the party.

Or at least that's what you thought.

Three weeks ago…

The night that it all began, the night that you and Chris were making out in a bathroom. The night that changed your friendship with him. While you were in the car, as far as you remember Matt was talking about the fact that he doesn’t want to go back ever to a party and Nick disagreed with him. How Madi was complaining about a guy that was harassing her the whole time.

And then, there was Chris glancing directly at you in the rearview mirror, his grin widening every time you would get all flustered as soon as you saw that he was making eye contact with you.

You were getting out of the car, your head aching like hell after consuming the biggest amount of alcohol you've ever had in your entire life. And still, feeling like you didn't swallow a single drop of alcohol.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, alright?” You said to them as you waved at them and walked to your apartment entrance.

Tomorrow.

Was it a good idea to hang out with them after what happened between you and Chris? Probably not.

Your phone buzzed a few times. You checked your notifications.

It was Chris.

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Your heart skipped a beat when you read those texts, the sudden memory of what happened in the bathroom flooded your mind each time you read the last sentence.

‘It would not be my fingers that you will squirt all over’

You remember everything, it was like a movie that was on repeat over and over again.

The next day you hop in your car, while you are face-timing Nick. “I’ll be there in like 20 minutes.” You said while plugging your keys in the ignition port. “Alright, me and Matt are at the store right now and we gotta run some errands but Chris is home so you can stay there and wait until we get back.”

Shit.

The least you wanted was to be alone with Chris, but you couldn’t just cancel last minute Nick, could you? Also, you wanted to spend as much time as you could with Nick before they left for their trip.

Fuck it.

Chris wasn't going to stop you from seeing your best friend, you didn't want his haze to be an obstacle for you and spend time with your friends, friends that actually cared about.

Being alone with him shouldn't be a problem, as long as you stay in the living room it should be completely fine.

That's what you thought yourself on the way to their house, that's what you thought when he opened the front door for you.

That's what you were questioning when he kissed you on the couch.

And that's what you completely ignored now when he was eating you out in his room, swirling his tongue on your wet folds and gripping his hands on your legs to spread them wide open.

Your back was arched, your eyes rolled and unholy sounds coming out of your mouth, you were a total mess.

A total mess because of him.

“F-fuck! C-chris!” You cry, his tongue now thrusting in and out of you, your nails sinking into the bedsheets as he brought you to the edge.

His thumb works on your sensitive nub, making your breath heavier and heavier, and your moans get louder and louder echoing the whole room.

Chris was groaning each time his tongue was as deep as it could go inside you, the vibrations building up your orgasm even more.

And that's when you felt the well-known knot forming inside of you, your legs shaking by holding back the intense orgasm that was close to release. Your body tensing up each time he keeps devouring you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your walls clench, and your release finally came to an end as soon as he gave that final robust thrust with his tongue. “Fuck!” you shout as Chris pulls apart from your legs, licking his lips to taste every single drop of your juices, his face revealing how pussy drunk he was. “God, you taste even better than last night, ma.” He pants standing up.

You could barely hear a word that Chris was speaking out since you were trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just had or that was until he made you regain your senses by literally pulling you so you could sit up.

“What’s wrong?” You question a whiny tone displaying in your voice. “They’re here! You better dress quickly!” He urges, tossing your clothes back at you.

You clasp your bra expertly and pull back your black tank top, when you realize something is missing, “Where did you fucking leave my panties?!” You said, whisper-yelling at Chris to which he replied with a childish giggle “I’ll custody these.” Saving your pair of panties in his pocket, patting it afterward in a teasing motion.

You roll your eyes, lifting your skirt to your waist level, revealing a delicate trace of your skin. “If something happens to those, you’ll buy me a new pair.” Pointing your index finger at him, “I’ll buy you a brand new set if that means I get to take it off after.” The last words he let out of his mouth before he opened the door behind them.

The next hours were for playing a few rounds of billiard since Matt and Nick bought a brand new set a few days ago. When it was your turn you kneeled to pick up the balls from the small compartment box that was attached to the table, placing them around the triangle-shaped rack, a buzzing sound on your back pocket interrupted you.

You picked it up, checking who it was.

Chris.

He was beside you, a cheeky side smile smeared on his face. That smile that makes your heart melt but makes your blood boil by how unfairly Paige had him and you couldn't.

Not the way you wished, it was different. You didn't want just the pleasure, you wanted the affection, the details, the love, especially the love that you knew he had always given to Paige.

But in this situation, you were the other woman and you will have to stick up with being the other woman until he realizes that what he needs is right beside him or until you get sick of it.

How can he be such a tease? How can a party change your whole life? How can a boy change your entire world with just some words and some pleasure?

You checked what he texted you, replying to him as he also texted back, like two teenagers flirting back and forth, a few quiet giggles coming out from you.

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You save your phone in the back pocket of your skirt, as you focus your attention once again on the rack of the billiard table, placing the last three remaining balls inside of it. “Holy shit, y/n, what the hell happened to your neck?” Nick speaks up, his eyes widening narrowly.

Fuck.

You completely forgot about the fact that Chris made those last night and forgot to cover them up today, “Oh…it was my straightener.” You scratch the back of your neck, waiting for a response.

“You got burnt with your straightener?” Nick answers with his index finger pointing out your hickeys.

“Yeah, I was hungover from last night and I didn't notice that it burnt me...” You giggled nervously.

And that was the last time you saw Chris or Nick, the last time you texted with Chris and the last time he touched you like that.

But you couldn’t keep up with the lies, the secrets. It was making you way more anxious than your usual self, and it was eating you alive slowly.

And there you were under your sheets your phone beside you, the screen lighting up each time a new text from Nick was popping up. Tears roll down your cheeks and silently sobs come out from you.

Once again your phone lit up, but now this time the buzzing vibrations made you jump to pick it up.

Chris.

He was calling you, but was it right to pick up the call? Was it right to give in to the temptation to let the desire speak for your mind? After all, you've been committed to ignoring them for the past few days.

Fuck it.

Maybe it was time for you to take care of the situation by yourself, to stand up for yourself for once instead of being blinded to the situation and gaslighting yourself that what was happening was right.

“Hello?” You say as you wipe your tears off your face.

“Finally! You’re alive.” Says Chris on the other line, a sigh of relief coming out from his body, “We were crazy worried about you. Why didn't you pick up any of my calls or Nick’s?” He wonders.

“I was…really busy.” Your tone is so cold as ice that you even feel surprised by it.

“Oh…right, I was thinking if you would like to hang out for a bit?” The question made your heart drop, you knew what that meant and you didn't like the sound of it.

“Nick and Matt are coming too?” Your voice trembling by the anxiousness.

“Actually…” You could hear even through the phone the way Chris scratched his neck, voicing an awkward chuckle through gritted teeth. “I was hoping we could…like talk?”

You close your eyes, letting out a deep sigh before replying “It better be talking this time, Christopher.” You spat out harshly. “It would be, I promise.”

The grip that you had on the steering wheel of your car was strong, your fingertips tapping the leather surface of it each time you noticed that you were getting closer and closer to their house.

It was a bad idea that you and Chris were alone once again?

Yes, it was.

Did you care?

No, not at all.

You pull up your car into the driveway, resting your head against the headrest of the driver’s seat, feeling all the anxiety building up within each second. You didn't have the guts to even look at his face or to speak to him.

A knock on your window makes you come back to your senses, and turn around to see once again the long-haired boy with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Just like that night, the night that it all changed.

You rolled down your window, a sly smile disguising your stress. “Hey.” He speaks up first, his hands stashed in the pockets of his pants, “Hi.” You responded coldly.

“Are you going to come in?” He inquired, looking down at your lips and then back to your eyes, causing you to feel that electrified feeling that you had previous times, “Yeah…” The awkward silence crowding around both of you.

Being in Chris’ room wasn't the best place to ‘just talk’ nor the fact that you've noticed that he has been drinking because of the multiple emptied cans of alcohol spread around the room. “What did you need to talk about?” You asked, crossing your arms to your chest level.

Chris closes the door behind the both of you, the dim lights of his room making it difficult for you to catch a sight of his face. “Want one?” Tossing you a can of alcohol that lies down now beside you on his bed. You scoff “So this is what you needed me to come over for? To get fucking drunk?” You spat out, feeling your blood boiling.

“Why are you getting so mad all of a sudden?” He furrows his brows while he picks up the rivet of the can with his teeth, spitting it after, “Because you just called me to get drunk and hook up! That’s why!” You stood up your arms still crossed and your eyebrows narrowed.

Chris chugged the can before throwing it away on the floor, “You’re just overreacting, calm the fuck out.” He let out, wiping his mouth with the hem of his sleeve.

And that was enough answer for you, enough answer for not to push the situation further, to not keep with this ‘the other woman’ bullshit that was happening between you and him.

You pick up your keys and slam the door open, hurrying to get to the front door as quickly as possible feeling the burning tears streaming down your cheeks, Chris’ voice behind you, “Get your fucking ass back here.” His tone demanding yet soft.

You reach the front door, twisting the handle until a grip on your wrist stops you, “Y/N, don’t you fucking dare to leave.” The grip on your wrist tightens each time you try to ease out the hold he had on you, “You’re not the one who’s deciding what I fucking do.” You replied through gritted teeth, your breath building up agitated.

He groans cornering you against the door, taking both of your wrists, and pinning them above your head “If I’m not the one deciding what you do, then how did you get here, hm?”

You could smell the alcohol with each word he said, his eyes buried into yours, his expression looked dominant yet his eyes said something else.

“Because I needed to talk, but seems like you just needed me for a quickie, didn’t you?” You bite back, the bitterness in your voice building up the tension between the two of you.

He scoffs, his face pure disbelief “That’s what you think? That I just call you when I need to fuck?”

“Well it seems like it, Chris.” You admit, biting the inside of your cheek as you stare at him, his face expressionless.

“Seems like it? How?” He snaps, his eyes narrowing slightly and his head titled.

You examined his face, his cheekbones were more prominent than how you remembered a few weeks ago, his under eyes also showed off more, and his hair was all messed up a few locks of hair showing off more than others, his curls swirled to different sides. The stubbled beard defined his jawline, even more.

And there it was once again, his eyes shifting to your lips rapidly, his grip on your wrists tightening even more now “I fucking asked you something or do I have to fuck the shit out of you every time I need you to answer me?” His face was inches apart from yours, his eyes darkening and full of lust each time he looked at yours.

You've never seen this side of Chris not even the first time this kind of interaction happened between the two of you.

But it turned you on badly.

You needed him and you knew he needed you too, whether his drunk or not.

You needed to give in to the desire.

“Maybe.” You teased him, glancing at his lips for a split second and then back at his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that you remember well.

His eyes still bored into yours, a smirk growing on his face as soon as you spoke those words that were like a command to him, his lips grazing into yours. “You want to kiss me, hm? The words echoed in your head, remembering the first time he asked you that.

And this time, you didn't even hesitate a second to kiss him.

You smashed your lips against his, the hold on your wrists loosening, Chris’ tongue sliding inside your mouth as one of his hands moved to cup your throat gently, a muffled moan coming out from you as he did so. The kiss was sloppy and restless, different from prior times.

But something else was different about it, an undeniable dominance from Chris was crystal clear in this situation and it showed off by the way he was kissing you and the hand placement that he had on you.

He pulls apart, his lips red and swollen and his breath agitated, his eyes piercing at yours then to your neck his lips getting closer to kiss those sweet spots that he found out just a few weeks ago. Giving mouth-opened kisses to your neck, leaving a few hickeys around it. “Fuck.” He breathed out against your skin, producing shivers running down your spine.

You leaned back your head resting against the door as you closed your eyes, feeling every tingling sensation of his kisses on your exposed skin. “Chris…” Whispers coming out of you, feeling his hands roaming on your body touching every curve, every inch of it.

And now you’re back again in his room, sitting down at the edge of his bed and looking at him through your lashes, seeing the raw look of dominance in his eyes get the best out of him, his right hand stroking gently your cheek “Can’t fucking wait to see the look on that face of yours when I destroy you.” He chuckles darkly, his thumb caressing your inferior lip.

He tilted his head as he spoke in a husky tone “Get on that bed for me, will you?” He asked, to which you replied with a nod as you crawled to the center of the bed, turning your body to end up lying on your back your elbows supporting the weight of your upper body.

He crawls stopping where your legs were resting carelessly, spreading them open and looking at you through his lashes. That looks full of desire ready to devour you within seconds.

His raspy voice makes you wetter than you already were “Remember the first time this happened?” He inquires, playing with the waistband of your sweatpants.

“You mean at the party or…?” You clear your throat, feeling Chris’ hands teasingly pulling down the pair of sweats, your hips bucking up, and the slightest smirk appearing on his face.

“Of course, I mean the party, silly.” His tone was teasing, as he finally threw out your sweats down the floor, revealing the lace coral-white panties that you had on. The wetness is noticeable through the fabric.

An incredulous chuckle came out from Chris, “I haven't touched you and you're already wet for me.” A soft scoff slipped from his mouth as his fingers pressed down your clit harshly rubbing circles around making you whine.

You threw your head back, rolling your eyes as he kept rubbing the right places on your sensitive nub “F-fuck.” You breathed out, your brows narrowing slightly by the wave of pleasure that you felt.

Chris pulls to the side of your panties, getting his fingers into more direct contact with your heat using your wetness as a lube to keep rubbing circles around your exposed cunt, “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He says in a raspy tone looking down at where his fingers were doing their magic in awe.

Your mouth was loose, drooling a bit by the way Chris kept pleasuring you, hitting every nerve of yours. Your knuckles turned white by the grasp that you had on the sheets, your mind getting barely thought out.

His fingers kept moving up and down and in circle motions, his fingertips teasing your entrance each time he did so. “Please.” you pant.

“Please what?” He slowed down his movements against your wet pussy, causing you to whimper in complete frustration.

“Chris…don’t.” You groan.

He introduces his middle finger inside you, moving it at a slow pace to tease the living hell out of you, “How many times do I have to tell you to use your fucking words?” He utters harshly as his finger keeps thrusting in and out, his speed increasing each time your moans are heightened.

“O-oh fuck.” You stutter, feeling the knot inside you forming slowly, your legs trembling by the wave of ecstasy that overwhelms you each time Chris pumps his middle finger inside you, curling it once in a while to hit the right areas.

He then adds his ring finger deep inside you stretching your walls abruptly, the sound of your wetness mirroring around the room each time his fingers exited from you.

“Fuck, y/n.” His words came out above a whisper, his breathing cutting a bit when he felt his crotch twitch at the sight of your dripping pussy, pornographic moans echoing through the room.

“So close.” You huffed, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as Chris thrust his fingers at an ungodly pace, a few groans out from him.

That’s when you felt the overwhelming feeling, panting softly you clench your walls around his fingers your juices drooling out of you, coating his fingers in a delicate layer of your sweet fluids. He pulled them out, a soft popping sound as he did so, licking them clean as he did the first time this happened between the both of you “Just like the first time.” He smiles to himself, looking at your heaving chest recovering from the first orgasm of the night.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He whispers removing his clothes in a swift motion and leaving his underwear on, crawling on top of you, lingering kisses around your neck leaving rose-tinted marks around it, the smallest touch he gave you making you wet once again. Yet the sensitiveness was slightly overwhelming for you.

“So sweet.” He whispered between kisses as he lowered them to your collarbone provoking you to arch your back, a few huffs escaping from your lips.

His fingers trace the enclosed zipper of your soft cotton sweater, slowly pulling it down to reveal that you don't have anything beneath it, a grin sneaking on his face “You little whore.” His mouth getting closer to give open-mouthed kisses to your left breast a gasp slipping from your mouth.

“Chris, oh my—” A whine cut you out, the clasp that your fingers had on the sheets getting stronger and stronger, your legs wrapping around his waist while he keeps sucking your tits, a groan from Chris vibrating through your whole chest, feeling his erection poking on your inner thigh.

His hips began to rock slowly, the friction making him harder than he already was, his fingers now printing on your hips by the grip he had on them. “Fuck me.” You whine in desperation, your eyes squeezed shut as you feel his kisses on your breasts getting rougher.

He pulled away glancing at you as he muttered, “Fuck, you don't have any idea how long I've been wishing for this.” He removed his boxers, throwing them on the floor as he pulled your panties to the side, positioning himself at your entrance his tip grazing it.

He entered you slowly at first staying for a few seconds so you could adjust to his size.

He was huge.

His hips rocked in and out of you, your breasts bouncing every time he buried his dick deep inside you. “Fuck.” He grumbled, his hands digging into your skin even harsher than they were already, your hands now resting against his biceps, feeling the tensing muscle getting tighter.

The squeaking sound of the bed, the skin-to-skin sounds, the sloppy moans and groans from you and Chris filling the silence of the room. The dim lights creating now an atmosphere of lust and passion. His forehead rested with yours as his speed kept intensifying with each thrust he gave, his cock twitching inside you.

“You feel so good, ma.” He praises, his whimpers edging you at a quick rate, feeling his tip kissing your g-spot sweetly. His lips grazed with yours, the desperate need to connect them making you exhilarate a whine.

His eyes were staring deep down at your face, admiring the sight of you being completely satisfied thanks to him. He couldn't believe that he finally had you this way, murmuring his name as if he were a god.

That’s when you felt the knot in your stomach forming again, your walls clenched around his cock violently, you let out a loud moan before your juices wrapped around Chris’ shaft. “C-Chris, I can't—” The sensitiveness of the aftermath formed tears in your eyes.

Chris connected his lips with yours as he whispered against them, “If you get to finish, so do I.” His tone demanding yet delicate, and his pace getting tougher than before, you could almost feel his dick hitting your cervix. Loud groans slip from Chris’ mouth as he reaches his climax.

With a final thrust, the hot white liquid filled you up, mixing up with your fluids, his thrusts slowing until he finally pulled out of you.

He lay down next to you, his chest violently going up and down, “That was…” You breathed out, trying to regain your breath.

“Fucking amazing.” He chuckled breathlessly, his hand brushing his hair to get it out of the way.

You turned your head to look at him, scanning his entire face “Well, that was a hell of a conversation.” You giggled, a smirk growing on his face that then turned into a laugh.

Chris’ POV

“Text me when you get home, will you?” I pleaded, my elbows resting on the opened car window.

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Alright, Dad.” she replied sarcastically to which I let out a chuckle, backing away from the window as she pulled her car out of the driveway.

And then, she’s gone.

A ringing sound comes from one of the pockets of my hoodie, taking out my phone I see thousands of notifications.

From Paige.

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[madi-writes-things]

Francesca Pt. 1

Summary:

It broke Schlatt when he had to let Y/N go, But he would go through hell a thousand times if it meant he got to hold her again.

“If I could hold you for a minute… I’d go through it again.”

Word Count: 1.09 K

TW: Mental Illness, angst, ocd, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, break up, pining, feelings of worthlessness, basically a self insert without a physical description, Based in Texas… because so am I

A/N: I’m totally ok, and definitely not scared of my mental illness… 👀

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

My bags are packed before Jay gets home. I don’t want to make this any harder than it has to be. I should probably leave before he gets here, but he deserves an explanation. I’m not really sure what to say when he gets here, but he doesn’t deserve to be ghosted…

When the door opens I regret my decision to stay. He’s holding an H-E-B bag with frozen pizzas and ranch.

My favorite.

The second he locks eyes with me I break down. The bag falls from his hand as he rushes to pull me into a hug.

“What’s wrong pumpkin? What happened?” His voice is filled love and tenderness, very different from his online persona. It makes me cry harder.

“I can’t do this Jay… I-” He pulls me impossibly closer, mumbling a quiet ‘don’t do this’. “I already packed everything into my car. I can’t ask you to stay, I wouldn’t do that to you…”

He knows that I’ve been struggling lately, but I would never ask him to understand the extent of my anguish. I could never tell him about my hours spent researching. The notes. The fear of being alone with myself.

All I’ve ever wanted is to marry the man of my dreams, and have a big family. My mind constantly tells me that I can’t have it…

Nobody would want to deal with you, he’d get tired of it eventually. What if your kids are crazy like you? You don’t want to run the risk that he has to find you dea-

“You aren’t doing anything to me, you don’t have to do this… we can get through this, we can get you whatever help you need… please…”

I’m doing this because I love him. I can tell when he sees the look in my eyes, he mumbles a quick okay before leaving to put the pizzas in the freezer.

I run to lock myself in the bathroom… I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“”“”“”“”“”

When I finally get myself together, I leave the bathroom on a mission to get out quickly. It takes me a while before I realize what’s happening.

“where the hell did you put my keys Jay?” I see him sitting at our table, set with two plates of pizza and two glasses of wine.

“You’re not driving right now… I just heard you have a twenty minute panic attack, you’re in no headspace to drive.” I know he won’t give me the keys, no matter how much I try to convince him. “Do you even have anywhere to go?” I just shake my head. He gets up and walks into our bedroom.

I can hear him on the phone with Ted, he’s asking if I can stay in LA with him. When he returns, we sit down to eat the now cold pizza.

“What did he say?” I didn’t necessarily want to move across the country, but we both know I wouldn’t be able to actually leave well enough alone if I stayed.

I can tell that he’s been crying, but I know that this is what’s truly best for him in the long run. “He said yes, obviously. I’ll drive you to his place, and catch a flight back.” I knew that there was no convincing him to leave me alone for extended periods of time… I wonder if Ted told him not to let me out of his sight.

He probably did.

After dinner Jay offers to sleep on the couch, but I tell him that I don’t want our last night to be spent in different parts of the house.

He holds me as I cry myself to sleep.

This is what’s best for him.

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The nearly twenty hour drive was silent, stopping whenever the gas gauge lit up. Jay always knew what to get me from the gas station, while I stayed in the car reading. About halfway through the ride he finally decided to play some music, our shared playlist flowing through the tense atmosphere.

I decided to take a nap at some point, and was awoken by Jay gently shaking my shoulder while handing me some food that he had gotten. “We’ve only got about an hour left… you need to eat, and I think we should talk about it.”

No. You can’t handle this, the car ride is hell as is… and now he wants you to talk about why you’re breaking his heart?

“There’s not much to talk about Jay… there isn’t any way to convince me that it was a mistake.” I can see the hurt look in his eyes when I say it, and I really didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. “I love you so much… and I promise, this is for you.”

He starts to try and argue, before settling on asking about publicity. My only response is that we can deal with it separately. I finish my food, and finish the last few chapters of my book.

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It takes less than an hour to move all of my stuff into Ted’s guest room.

Ted is my best friend, and we’ve known each other for years. He introduced me to the job prospects of the internet. He introduced me to all of his colleagues when I was first starting on YouTube…

He introduced me to Jay.

After helping move everything in, Jay got ready to fly out. He said a quick goodbye to me, before going outside to talk to Ted.

They were out there for a really long time.

What if he’s convincing Ted that you are a horrible person?

What if they’re working together to get you put away?

What if you opened the window?

What if you jumped?

My phone is in my hand immediately, looking up the likelihood of injury/death from a second story jump. Very unlikely. Shit.

All of the sudden, the walls feel too close. The window is too far. I hear Jay’s Uber leaving, and everything starts to collapse.

This was a mistake. I just ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s too late. He hates me. I should have just left a note and Jumped off the congress avenue bridge.

I can’t breathe.

I hear a soft knock at my door, and hear it creak open. Ted sits down in front of me, placing my hand on his chest. We work on breathing exercises that he taught me years ago. When I finally feel slightly normal, he pulls me into a tight hug.

“”“”“”“”“”

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[spnexploration]

Pack chapter 17

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: Dean calls a family meeting.

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 2.1k

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Part 16 <- -> Part 18

“-has to be me, obviously, but what about Mads?” I heard Sam saying as I walked down the corridor. I paused where I was, not wanting to interrupt the conversation.

“It’s too dangerous, she’s not going,” Dean replied firmly. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d have wanted her there.”

“I don’t, I agree it’s too dangerous. But Y/N is terrified of me currently-”

“She’s not terrified of you.”

“She is, Dean, and that’s ok. I get it. And we've been trying to stay out of your guys’ way, plus Madison feels guilty for suggesting Y/N comes to our room when she was upset-”

“Christ, this has to be the first time in history that I'm not irrationally blaming myself for things outside my control, and everyone else is.” There was a brief pause and then a sound like a hand slapping a thigh and Dean said, “RIGHT, we’re having a family meeting. Get the girls.”

I scampered away from the door, not wanting them to find me listening. My mind was reeling from hearing them, and I felt guilty and embarrassed.

I was luckily around the next corner of the corridor by the time Sam found me, so I could look like I was just walking through. “Dean wants to have a family meeting, can you go to the lounge please?”

“Umm, ok,” I said, trying not to look guilty. I am nonchalant, I told myself. I am unaware what this is about. This is a normal turn of events. I tried to force myself to act like I believed it

Sam turned and left, probably looking for Madison. I headed to the lounge, trying to calm my racing heart and not give myself away.

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“Alright,” Dean said once we were all seated in the lounge. He looked relaxed, elbows on knees as he leant forward. I sat next to him, not touching, with Sam and Madison in the arm chairs that he'd moved to be opposite. “I think we need to address the elephant in the room.”

I pulled my knees to my chest. I couldn't help but feel that I was the elephant in the room.

“I chose to hunt the Rugaru,” Dean continued. “The Rugaru shot me. I probably ignored some symptoms that my wound was getting worse. My shoulder got infected. The stupid clinic has crap rules. Now, has anyone heard me say the words 'Madison’, 'Sam’ or ‘Y/N’ yet?”

He looked around expectantly until we all muttered variations of “no”. Madison was chewing her nails and even Sam looked a little uncomfortable.

“Right. Y/N went into shock because my shoulder got infected. We were separated because of a dumb clinic’s rules. My scent was wrong because I'm the idiot who got shot. So, tell me, who are we blaming?”

“It's not your fault you got shot!” Madison exclaimed.

“Thank you, Madi. I think I probably screwed up some things and you know, in hindsight, maybe we shouldn't have gone on that hunt. But the whole way along, we were doing the best we could with the information we had. And yeah, shit happened.”

He paused and looked around at us all, then sighed, “I'm not seeing a whole lot of believing me.”

“Sorry, Alpha,” Madison mumbled.

“Ok, Madi, before you were marked, do you remember the time Sam piked early and we stayed up late watching horror movies and you got scared? I remember it was the first time I’d had a girl in my lap who I wasn’t trying to sleep wi-” he suddenly glanced at me and cut himself off. Madi giggled behind her hand. “Anyway, you were so drunk I had to carry you to Sam's bed, and Sam grumped all the next day about having none of the fun and all of the clean up.”

“I remember, it was the worst hangover I’d ever had.”

Dean smirked, “Right. So, you were pretty cuddly with me, did it affect your bond with Sam?”

“No...”

“Right. Because your hormones didn't think Sam was dead.”

I sucked in a sharp breath before I could stop myself. Dean ran his hand down his face. I got the feeling he regretted that choice of words.

He looked back at Madi and said earnestly, “Mads, you did the right thing. You comforted your Pack mate, you did exactly what she needed in that moment. If you'd left her alone her body still might have done the exact thing, only she’d have gone through far more pain and suffering. And who knows, maybe even been worse. None of this is your fault.”

Tears were falling down Madi’s face. Dean opened his arms out wide and she quickly crossed to him, climbing into his lap to hug him. He held her for a moment before she got up, wiping away her tears. “Thank you, Alpha,” she said, heading back to her chair.

Dean turned to me and reached out to cup my face. “I'm going to get to you too because this isn't your fault either, but you're most important so you're going last, ok? I'm going to talk to Sam first, but you hang in there, sweetheart.”

I nodded slightly and he dropped his hand.

He looked to Sam, “Sammy, I think you're trying to organise everything and everyone to cover how uncomfortable you are with this situation and what you perceive to be your role in it. But dude, you did a great job. You saved my life, you got the monster killed, you protected two Omegas, you saved me again, and you saved my Omega. I'm probably shit at making it clear how much I appreciate you and your efforts in this Pack. So, you know, thanks man.”

Sam grinned at him, “That's gotta be the nicest thing you've ever said to me. You concussed or something?”

“Dude, I ain't communicated this much in my fucking life. I am having a fucking apoplexy on the inside.” Sam and Madison both laughed. 

Dean turned to me, “Alright, sweetheart. I'll be honest, I don't even know to convince you that this isn't your fault. I feel like I've been trying for days. I was hoping seeing that the others are similarly beating themselves up for no reason might help, but now I dunno...” he trailed off.

“Ok,” he said, clearly trying again, “Did you control the release of your hormones?” He looked at me expectantly until I shook my head. “Did you know what was happening to you?” I shook my head again. “Did you mean for any of this to happen?” I shook my head forcefully. “Right, so how the hell could this be your fault? It's a weird quirk of evolution to cater for scenarios where the mate really does die, and I'm unlucky enough to have accidentally triggered it. I'll be honest, I've died a few times, so it's probably karma or something for that-”

“You've DIED?!”

“Uhhh,” he looked sheepish, “Yeah. Angels were messing with us at one point. Fuck,” he ran his hand down his face, “This isn't the point, I am fucking this up.”

“You're cute when you're flustered,” I said quietly, a small smile on my face. “And you swear a lot more.” I was feeling less guilty, knowing that everyone else had been beating themselves up too even though it wasn't their fault. And Dean had made some good points.

“Has my adorableness convinced you?”

I smirked, “A little.”

“Ok, well, Sam is heading out soon to help out on a hunt-” Dean said, but was cut off by an anxious Madi.

“What? Where? By himself?!”

“He's going to help Claire with a hunt she found,” Dean answered as Sam reached out and took Madison's hand.

“I'm going with him,” Madi declared.

“No, you're not. It's too dangerous.”

“WHAT?! You'll happily let a literal child participate but not a grown ass woman who happens to be an Omega?!”

“Sam is going so that he can protect Claire, because we haven't managed to convince Claire not to go, and I'm not having her out there alone. If you're there too he won't necessarily be able to protect both of you.”

“It's not because you're an Omega, Mads,” Sam said earnestly. “We know you're a good hunter.”

“Fine,” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“So, as I was saying, Sam is heading off. Are we,” he gestured at himself, Madi and I, “going to be ok? Are we all going to stop tiptoeing around each other and feeling guilty all the time?”

Madi was still sulking from Sam leaving, so it probably wasn't the best time to try to ask her. But she still replied, if a little sullenly, “Yes, Alpha.”

He looked expectantly at me. “Yes, Alpha,” I muttered.

“Alright, if that's the best I'm going to get them I guess I'll take it,” Dean jokingly grumbled.

Sam reached out to Madi and she let herself be pulled to him, then he lifted her onto his lap. They started to snuggle and I looked away, trying to give them privacy.  Dean stood up and held out his hand to me. I took it and he led me out of the room.

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The afternoon went fine, although Madi kept somewhat to herself. Dean cajoled her to come watch TV in the evening, sitting me on his lap and her in the recliner next to us. Every so often he reached out and stroked her hair, or squeezed her hand, or rubbed his wrist on her neck.

I felt weird being on his lap for so long and tried to get off, but he stopped me. “Are you not enjoying sitting here, or are you feeling like you should get off?” he whispered into my ear.

“It must be uncomfortable for you,” I whispered back.

He sighed, “Omega, for once, be selfish. You need my scent to feel better. So stay where you are, you are fine. I like having you here.”

I huffed a little but stayed put. He wrapped his arm around my waist and nuzzled my neck until I relaxed back into him.

“Having to spend time with me isn't so bad, is it?” he murmured. I laughed.

We kept watching, until a little while later Madi stood up and declared she was going to bed. “Ok, if you want to go get ready we’ll be there in a minute to all get settled,” Dean answered, reaching to turn off the TV.

“Umm, Alpha,” Madi mumbled, looking suddenly very unsure of herself, “I didn't think I would be sleeping with you.”

Dean frowned, “Madi, you hate sleeping alone.”

 She glanced nervously at me, then looked down. “I can stay in my normal room.”

Dean tapped my side lightly, “Can you stand up for me, sweetheart?” I did so, and he stood up behind me, reaching out for Madison.

“Madi,” he said gently but firmly, hands on her shoulders, “we talked about this. It's not your fault, and you're not in the way. Now just come with us to bed already.” He dropped his hands, sounding a little exasperated.

“It's ok, Madi,” I said tentatively. “You looked after me when Dean was gone. We can do the same for you.”

Madi gave me a tight smile, “Ok. Thanks.�� I reached out and squeezed her hand.

We headed down the corridor, Madi splitting off to get ready in her own room, then heading to ours. I felt awkward, now that we came to actually go to bed all together. I crossed my arms in front of myself and hung back. Madi, who was normally incredibly confident and directing play, seemed to also be hanging back.

Dean looked between the two of us and sighed. “Anyone would think you two were about to broker a peace deal with North Korea, not sleep in a bed you've both been in multiple times before,” he half-muttered, a smirk on his face.

He lay in the centre of the bed and beckoned me over to one side and Madi to the other. I climbed into bed and he manoeuvred me up on to his chest, tucking my head in to the crook of his neck where I could scent him. “There you go, sweetheart,” he murmured.

He got Madison to lay next to him on the other side, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she lay against him. I reached out and touched her hand. She took my hand and held it, which felt nice.

“Everyone ok?” Dean asked.

“Yes, Alpha. Thank you,” Madi replied, sounding more like herself.

Dean gently poked me until I answered. “Yes, Dean. It's all good now.”

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MOVIE NIGHT

Fem!reader × Dom!chris

Summary: you were invited to a movie night with Chris, Matt, nick, madi and nate and "coincidentally" got paired with Chris to share a blanket, can you keep quiet?

warning: smut, fingering, cursing and moaning?

As you knocked on the door, a similar face answered it, it was nick, your favourite triplet ofcourse. It's not because he's gay and you feel like you have a connection with him because you like the same gender, no it was nothing like that.

It was because, ever since your moms got you guys, they've raised you guys together. Even though you, nick, matt and Chris hung out together, nick has always gotten more along with you, yes you love Matt and Chris, they are your friends too but you and nick were just closer

As the door opened nick gave you a tight hug "oh my godddd y/n I. Have. The. Biggest. Shit. To. Talk. About." Nick said leaving a space between every word that came out of his mouth, "after the movie?" You asked. You were pretty sure they were gonna make you wait the night and you would probably sleep in nicks room "After the movies"

As you walked into the room you saw Nate and Madi laying down next to eachother, Chris on his phone, on the bed and matt on the bean bag. "Guys look who finally came" "Y/N" everyone says in unison

"guys did you leave me a spot?" You asked as nick sat near Matt, Matt nodded and pointed at chris "you guys will be sharing the blanket" he said. You didn't really mind it cause it was normal between you and the boys

You turned to Chris and saw him playing with the phone you went over and slapped it out of his hands "heyyy what was that for?" "we are gonna watch a damn movie" you said sitting next to him, getting under the blanket "you could've have used that little mouth of yours, you know?" He said making my eyes roll

"What are we even watching" i said, as matt responded "scream" you felt kinda bummed since they knew you didn't like horror stuff

As the movie started you zoned out thinking about how unfair it was, last time you guys had a movie night we had to change the movie cause of Madi but they can't think about your preferences?

As you were zoned out you flinched just a little as an arm wrapped around your waist, alot of people might think it's weird for friends to do that but it was normal for you guys "hey? You good?" Chris asked you in a whisper, you could feel his hot breath against your ear "Yeah I'm fine" you spat out, knowing it was quite obvious you were kind upset

Chris just sighed, he knew something was wrong but he just couldn't really figure out what "c'mon y/n what is it? I know something is up" you shook your head and looked back at his face, he was right behind you, so you were basically leaning onto him "yeah Chris I'm fine" you spat out not focusing on anything he said just drowned in you own thoughts

However you snapped out of when you felt yourself getting pulled onto Chris's lap your back hitting his chest "Chris what are you doi-" you got cut off when he whispered into your again making his hot breath known "shush seriously focus on the fucking movie"

"Chris you know I don't like horror movies for fuck sake" you finally spat in a angry whisper "is that why you were upset" he asked you but you started ignoring him "c'mon y/n answer" he nudged your back with his chest a little but you kept ignoring her

Until you felt his hand grip your thigh "fine, let's see if you can keep quiet? Huh? since you wanna do it so bad" his hands went higher and higher "can you keep quiet?" The way his tone change made your pussy soo wet, all you wanted was his fingers deep inside you, you let out quiet soft moan

"fucking brat, when i tell you to talk you don't but when i ask you to keep quiet you make these slutty noises? Huh?" He said loud enough for only me to hear, making your panties even more wet "huh? That's what I thought"

You just kept your mouth shut, the next few minutes Chris didn't even speak his hand was still on your inner thigh, he didn't move it but a few minutes later his hand went higher positioning his two fingers on your clothed clit, making a shiver run down your spine

He made circular motions slowly around your clit "shit...." You muttered as Chris heard he made his movement faster "Chris stop" you moaned in a low voice it was barely audible due to the movie

"Gosh you really can't shut that pretty little mouth, huh?" He put his hand under your skirt slowly and carefully making sure no one noticed what was going on under the shared blanket

He felt the fabric of your panties "damn, baby I didn't know you were a lace girl" just after he said that he pushed your panties panties aside slowly sliding his two fingers through your wet folds making you want more but you didn't wanna admit

"so wet already?" He brought his fingers carefully to his mouth timing the action when no one was looking, after he licked his fingers he brought it back to your wet pussy, he teased your entrance

you got a little frustrated and moaned a little, obviously quietly so the others won't hear the movie was pretty loud so even if you moaned a little louder it would have been fine

"a little impatient, aren't we?" You said nothing but let out a whiney moan again "come on baby tell me what you need, do you want my fingers in your pretty little pussy?" All you did was nod for him to immediately push two fingers in you

You almost gasped but you kept yourself in control but he was so ready to ruin that, he started pumping his fingers in and out, but at the moment all you could think about is how his saliva is in your pussy

"keep quiet for me, ma" he said speeding his pace "shit Chris.." was all you could get out but all he can think about is the noises he can get out of you if you guys were alone

You were getting closer and closer trying to control your moans your hands clutched the fabric under you as he paced up again, all you could do now is pray that the others don't at your direction

"c-close." You muttered stuttering as you fell your walls clench around his fingers "shit I can feel you clenching around my fingers baby" he sped up wanting to make you cum fast

"c'mon baby give it to me" my mouth opened in a 'O' shape but obviously you didn't make a sound, you felt yourself clench around him even more

"baby just let go for me" as he said that I came, soaking his finger with your milky cum "shit Chris." You said as you let yourself collapse onto his chest, your back hitting it

"still mad?" He asked you in a cocky tone, cause he actually knew why you were mad even though you didn't confirm it

"Yes, yes I am" I knew I was getting myself into more trouble "I guess we'll have to fix that when we are alone" he said as he carefully pulled his wet fingers out of your pussy, he carefully looked to see if anyone was watching, then he licked his fingers clean and fixed your panties, pulling the fabric back to the center

"by the way I hope you know you're mine now" he whispered into your ear wrapping his arms around your waist

Hii I'm a new writer sorry if there's any mistakes

[luffyrose]

I have fallen down the ultimate spiral. Usually falling into fandoms are ones that I know well or that I will know well because I just found an interest in them. This time, this time I've fallen into the whole dc x dp. I have no idea how or why the crossover is a thing, BUT I LOVE IT.

I'm not that big a DC fan in general, mainly because I do not have the attention span to understand what is happening (ignore the fact I've watched all of One Piece-) but I have watched all of Danny Phantom at one point or another so like, halfway there kdjnshdf

N E WAY! I was reading lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood real good, go read it https://archiveofourown.org/works/40263192 BUT THEN I SAW A POST, as I casually skim through it when bored, ABOUT JASON AND DANNY MEETING PROMPT/MINI-FIC ON HERE AND I WAS SO IN LOVE WITH IT

So now, my brain as it usually does, wants to write a fic on it. this is why I have so many notes/docs, someone please remind me to organize fdksjnfj but yeah- I might write some of it, I might not- I don't know, but I will absolutely dumb random thoughts I've had about it on you all.

Okay! So I don't see much if anything about it, but I love the idea that Danny is like, a baby in ghost terms. Like no one thought about it much because it was the equivalent of the "BABY HAS A GUN" meme and because the ghosts just wanted to cause some mayhem and have fun, it took them like 2-3 years to look at the overpowered ghost and go; "That's a child-".

Keep in mind, Danny is already technically the King of the Infinite realms via defeating Pariah Dark as well, so all the ghosts are like "a child....OUR CHILD" and now panicking over the fact that this lil ghost has not had a parent(Madie and Jack DO NOT in fact count as parents to the ghosts, or Danny's core for that matter, but it's not because they're human, like, the ghosts are more concerned about the fact that his parents aren't ACTUALLY his parents.)

Either way, Danny now has to avoid Clockwork, who knows he is a baby in ghost terms but almost adult in human terms so still 100% making him king, the ancient is kind enough to alleviate most of the jobs a king has to do at least......for now-

So most of Danny's 16, going to turn 17 soon, year old life is now school, dealing with the few ghosts who still cause him trouble even if he's a baby ghost to them, he does keep in mind how they are MUCH gentler now and tend to "give up" pretty easily instead of fighting him, and 'running' from Clockwork trying to coronate him.

Clockwork knows where he is when he 'hides' but his own ghost core, ancient as it is, can't help but humor the child.

Things go wonk as soon as his parents find out about him being a ghost, surprise surprise. His dad was shoot first, ask questions later as always, but his mom was more...mentally traumatizing my child by claiming they'll fix him and telling him how they would just have to cut him open a little to see what's wrong.

Danny gets hit by one of the shots and goes tumbling into the ghost zone, another shot hitting the portal itself and breaking it as he went through. Some ghost find him and are like "THE BABY!!!!"

Personally- my brain it's Kitty and Johnny finding him because they're more like friends now then much else. Kitty being like an older sister while Johnny is the friend he probably would have dated at some point given the situation since they're both around his age in general, being younger ghosts as well.

Either way, they panic, call Clockwork, since the whole Infinite Realms knows that they're Danny's guardian. Clockwork shows up, and is like "wuh oh" and decides this child needs a parent. BUT INSTEAD OF SENDING HIM TO SOMEONE CONVENTIONAL HE'S JUST LIKE WOOPPSSYYYYY *Throws a very injured and not that conscious Danny at Lex Luthor*

Lex is, despite telling himself he's not, already this random meta-adjacent kid's dad. He's sold. Be it the obvious parental neglect/abuse like he had or the fact that he didn't know he had enough of a heart not to abandoned a hurt child who knows-

Also just as a tangent, Danny 100% talks about clones one times and the two have a long talk about the sentience of clones, because like, Lex didn't think about it in a way that Clones, albeit creations of science more so, are still very sentient beings unlike other scientific creations. And depending on the type of clone, they are much much more human. Cue Lex having a mental breakdown in his bedroom later because oh fuCK HE LEFT A CHILD WITH SO LITTLE KNOWLEDGE OF THE WORLD WITHOUT A PARENT- you can't convince me Lex wouldn't be a good dad solely to spite his own.

Danny's adopted and Lex is concerned for sure about this, apparently ghost as he quickly learned, kid that wakes up screaming sometimes. Boy is he glad to have built his whole place around keeping prying meta's out amongst other things- He's trying his best, and Danny is confused as hell about having a good parent. Even more confused because he's rich.

Lex is like "I'm totally doing this to ask about his capabilities" before panicking over Danny getting kidnapped despite knowing the kid could float through a wall if in real danger-

Cue many arguments about if Danny can go do things in general. Lex is very much stubborn about it even though he knows Danny is part ghost. This IS partially thanks to the few weeks it even took for Danny to heal from the blast he took from his parents. Either way, Danny won that argument in the end by saying he'd just float through the walls and go if he couldn't. They settled that if going as a ghost he just had to be careful about heroes and not changing in sight if at all, and if as Danny, he had to take a few bodyguards, though they could be discreet.

Either way, once Lex actually shows the world his kid, and he is so proud to call Danny his kid, Danny gets kidnapped. This is exactly why LEX SAID NO DANNY!!! Either way he gets saved by some Metropolis hero, superman or not, and he's instantly a little shit tm to them. More so because they asked a question about Lex, maybe even implying he was a bad dad, and even if Danny doesn't see him as a dad quite yet, there is no way he's standing for that!

In the end, it's a while before Danny actually goes much further than Metropolis, thank you very much Lex, this halfa knows how to do a thing or two!

Except he runs into trouble right away, that trouble being that uh oh- his underlying health issues he'd been ignoring up until now cuz they haven't messed up since his death- ignore the fact he learn that corrupted ectoplasm makes him basically have heart attacks if in human form because hey! doesn't happen if he's a ghost and he'll just switch before it happens- yeah that suddenly acts up when he runs, in human form because he wanted some coffee, straight into Red Hood. How fun.

Jason is confused because of the pit's usual anger and call for violence, upon seeing this random teen that literally ran into him, fall over in pain. Jason is worried as well obviously like this kid is definitely sick or something, but wHAT?!

He does the only logical thing obviously! taking him to one of his hideouts and not telling anyone-

Danny wakes up, sore, confused, and hella tired. Jason is equally as confused and tired, staring at the kid as he wakes up. The icky ecto doesn't actually hurt Danny from being near it, it's more like his body is thrown into cold water suddenly and it just has a violent initial reaction. So now Danny is trying to figure out why this person, ghost?, he can't tell, has the GROSSEST ecto he's ever seen, and if he's even aware of it. Let alone how the heck he's gonna help this random ghost, because by damn he's still technically the ghost king and his obsession isn't protection for nothing-

Now we have Danny, who's been unconscious for hours might I add, sitting with a very confused Jason. Danny wants to help the ghost person, he might just start calling him a halfa, but he was wrong about Vlad being a halfa, he's actually more of an ecto-possessed person, really confusing. Jason wants to know WHY this kid is making his pit rage not only calm, but worried, so he's having a time, actually having a clear head for once outside of his concern for this random child, that he's only just realizing he technically kidnaped....and definitely has forgotten to tell anyone about- Welp, he's not telling them now, his oddly comforting child now.

I have more ideas from this but I have been writing this for a while now so like- I'll tell ya more if ya want but only then- If I ever do write this it will 100% be more angsty than my blabbering here kjfsdnjkf

[systemofwhispers]

tw: vent, mention of sh, caps, swearing

what the fuck is wrong with me? I can't fall asleep, it's 1 am, I need to be up early tomorrow. all because my stupid fucking brain is overthinking. all I keep doing is the wrong thing. saying the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing, acting the wrong way. why can't I just DO WTF IM SUPPOSED TO DO?! IT ISNT THAT FUCKING HARD SO WHY CANT I JUST DO IT??? WHY CANT I JUST BE LIKE EVERY OTHER FUCKING PERSON. it's either I say the wrong thing with my boyfriend when I'm js trying to help and he gets angry. or I scold my little brothers because MY FUCKING PARENTS ARENT PAYING ATTENTION. AND I GET YELLED AT FOR IT? YOU FUCKING WHORE IM LITERALLY THE ONE WATCHING YOUR KIDS, AND YOU SAY "madi don't yell at the boys, I'm the parent I'll take care of it" SO DO THAT??? DO YOUR FUCKING JOB LIKE YOU SIGNED UP FOR WHEN YOU HAD THE FOUR OF US??? IM THE OLDEST SURE, BUT IM NOT A FUCKING BABYSITTER!!! i js can't fucking do this. I'm literally sobbing on a fucking pull-out couch rn cs we're on vacation and my head hurts and I can't sleep but my mind just won't shut the fuck up. I haven't done anything to myself in 2 years. I've been clean. but that rubber band is looking rlly fucking nice right ab now, idk. and I know I shouldn't. but I can't think of anything else to take the edge off. idk, I'll probably knock out after I finish crying cs I'll be tired ig. idfk.

[burningflamescurse]

“Whispers of the Past.” [2]

Dean Winchester x Fem!OC

Series Summary: A Case gone wrong years ago for Evelyn and her old hunting team has Haunted her for years, the horrors of that fateful day still engrained into her mind; Meeting the Winchesters was just some slither of hope for Evelyn, distracting her from her own bloody Past. That is, Until one day her old mentor's Partner calls her up and mentions that someone is killing off the rest of the members from Evelyn's old Hunting Team, she feels the memories pooling back into her mind and she is forced to recount everything that she just tried so hard to forget to the two people she trusts the most.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, OC's.

Chapter Summary: After Madi Drops the Bombshell that Chris is Miraculously Still alive after falling off a 13 Foot Cliff Drop, and that he is Killing off the Rest of their old Hunting team, Evelyn Tries to Sneak away from the boys to take care of the Situation before they Find out her big Secret.

CW//TW: mentions of Murder, mentions of Insanity, mentions of mental disorders, mentions of Child abuse, Past Child abuse, Past Mentions of Grooming, Kidnapping, torture, Murder, mentions of Ghosts and a Vampire Nest, panic attacks, Nightmares, flashbacks, Hallucinations, Obvious relationship between Dean and my OC, concussion, head wound, visions, Convulsions, Evelyn murders someone, mentor OC goes insane, drugging, the Police think Evelyn murdered some of her teammates, Dean Defends Evelyn, Evelyn and Sam are best friends.

A/N: Credit for the Header goes to @valeska-25

“He’s Alive?”, Evelyn’s Voice echoed through the phone in disbelief, “Madi, How? he fell off a Thirteen Foot drop.” her voice was Bordering Concern and Fear, no one Human could Survive all of those Jagged Rocks on the way Down; Madi let out a Shaky Sigh, “It’s weird, when I saw him he had no wounds whatsoever.”

“He must have missed all those Jagged Rocks on the way down and Hit the water, Swam to the Surface.” Madi said; now that was Pure Luck with how Insane and Scared Chris was at the time of that Incident. “He Must still have the after Effects of that Demon within him, Otherwise he wouldn’t have Gone after the old Team.” Evelyn Voiced her thoughts on the situation, She Received an agreeable him on the other end of the Phone.

“I agree with you Lyn, I’ve Collected the Remaining Members of the Hunting team, right now There’s only eight of us left; We’re hiding down at the Safehouse.” Madi Explained, Evelyn Remembered that Old Safehouse, Chris had Introduced it to her when he first took her in and was Training her. “That’s good, you all need to Steer Clear of that Hunting Ground we were on during the Incident, he’ll probably Search there first.” Evelyn Remarked.

There was a Stagnant Pause for a Minute.

“Lyn, I’m concerned about you though.” Madi said, her soft tone almost made Evelyn wanna cave and tell Her exactly where she was; but that would only risk her life and the Winchester Brothers’ lives. “Don’t worry about me.” she spoke quickly and ended the call before Madi could Protest.

Evelyn Went over to her desk, Pulling Out an Old Map of the Hunting Grounds from that Night. She looked at the area’s She had Circled in Previous Research of the area, She was going to have to sneak out without alarming Both Sam and Dean, She Didn’t need them Involved in her Shady and bloody past.

So Evelyn Started packing a Bag, Filling it with her Weapons and the Most Important things before Grabbing her heavy Jacket because in that area of Kansas it was specifically cold and snowing, she Quickly Left a Written note to Dean, Apologizing for what she had to do now; and then she Unlocked the latches of her window and Hopped out.

And then She Just Started Running.

←←→→

Dean and Sam found her note an Hour after she Snuck out, Reading the Contents of it made Dean’s Heart Clench Painfully for Evelyn.

‘Hey boys, I know you must be super confused Reading this, but I trust that you’ll trust me to do this on my own; I have to do this, There are things about my past that I haven’t told you, Dark and Bloody things. Now I know this probably won’t keep you guys away, because both of you are Stubborn as hell; but If you do follow me, Just know that I am sorry for everything that you’re about to find out.’

Of course as Expected, Dean Proposed the Idea to Track her down and Follow her wherever she was going off in Such a hurry; Even though Sam was Hesitant because it sounded like She wanted to do this alone, he agreed because She also might be heading into Danger.

So they Both Started Searching Evelyn’s Room, Sifting through all of Her Obviously Personal Belongings.

Finally Dean found the map that you had Haphazardly tried to hide in your Clothes Drawer, he Pulled it out looking at the spots you had Circled. “Hey Sam, Over here. I found something.” He called Sam over.

She were heading for your Old Hunting Grounds, Which she had mentioned in some Drunken Stories completely by accident.

Sam Noticed her Unlatched Window, “And it looks like she’s Going there by foot.” Sam Noted.

“Well let’s Jump in baby, and get over there now.” Dean said, he wanted to get to Evelyn Fast before anyone bad did.

←←→→

Evelyn had made it Halfway by the Evening, the sun Just setting, she was sure both Dean and Sam had already Started on the way to these old Hunting Grounds with the Impala.

She Internally Snorted at how stubborn the Two were, always Causing Trouble.

Evelyn Settled Down at a couple of Trees to stop for the night, if she kept going like this she’d only Burn herself straight to Exhaustion and never reach the hunting Grounds, fortunately she found it pretty easy to fall asleep.

Already tired from the Day’s Events, Her Eyes slipped closed and She fell into a Deep Slumber using her bag as a pillow.

“Now Hold it Steady, Lyn. Don’t mind the Kickback, I’ll catch you kid.” Chris’ Voice Flowed through the cold air, a younger Version Of Evelyn Pointing a Gun at a Target Painted onto a Tree, he was currently teaching her how to fire off a Gun correctly and have Perfect aim. Evelyn was Nervous, but she Slowed her Breathing closing her eyes for a Solid Minute, Calming her racing Heart.

Bang!

Evelyn had Shot a Bullet from the Gun so Smoothly, Seeming so easy to do, even Chris was Impressed with her Output. “Damn Kid, I knew you had Potential in you. You’re a Damn good Shot.” Chris Praised her, Evelyn practically beamed at the Praise not even noticing Madi right behind her who had a Proud Smile Plastered on her face, seeing Her as the child she never had the chance of having.

Once again though, the Seemingly Perfect and happy Memory was Changing again, the sky Turned into a Blood Red once more as Chris’ Eyes Turned Black like a Demon’s eyes; his Voice was Strangled And Gravely, a wound was open in his neck, in the shape of a bite wound from a Demon; his Vocal cords torn and Ripped half way out of his Throat. “You’ll never be able to save him, Evelyn. He Belongs among us now, your Precious Mentor is a Demon.” the Voice hissed.

“And it’s all your fault.” the Voice said once more before it let out a Horrible snarl, Lunging at Evelyn Just about to bite into her—

Suddenly Evelyn Launched awake again, Sweat rolling down her face. Another Nightmare, once that changed her happy Memories again; Evelyn looked up realizing it was Early in the morning, it was time for her to get to walking again; She didn’t know if the boys were Close to her yet.

Evelyn Gathered her things and kept on Marching Straight through the cold Ground, her boots Crunching as She did so, the smell of the old Hunting Grounds nearby always Brought back Simpler times back to her, when Chris was just her Friendly Mentor, before Everything went down.

And She didn’t just mean when the Demon Screwed with his head, she had always Sensed something a little off with Chris, Always being Close to her, having his wife teach Hailey Instead Of Teaching her Himself, Chris almost demanded to be close to Evelyn every second of Every Day; Had Evelyn Just Listened to Lucas’ Warnings she would of Realized that Chris had Been Grooming her the Entire time.

It made her sick to her stomach to remember that every sweet praise that left his lips was just to get her closer to him, he couldn’t go one day without being close to Evelyn, or Touching her.

Evelyn shook her head, Ridding herself of that Horrid Memory that was stuck in her brain; she Tried to focus on something else but Her brain Couldn’t help but go into another Flashback.

“You’re so Pretty Lyn, you know that?” Chris had said one day while coming into her Private room, while she was trying to sleep; Evelyn didn’t know what to think, she was still a Teenager who was Vulnerable at this moment. “So much prettier than my wife.” he added, Sitting on the edge of her bed.

Evelyn was Pulling the Covers closer to her chin, Chris was acting weird, he wasn’t usually like this. Chris Chuckled, Using his hands to Snatch the Blanket Right from her body Revealing her in a nightgown; Evelyn Swore she heard Chris Growl right then.

“Do you always have to be so Tempting, Darlin’?” What was he Talking about, when Had she ever Been Tempting anyone; how was a Teenager Tempting him with anything at all, Chris shouldn’t even be Tempted by this at all. “God, I bet you want it too, Don’t ya?” he asked, his Hand Reaching To Touch Evelyn’s Upper Thigh before Madi Busted through the Door.

“Chris, What the hell are you doing!” She screeched, Mortified at what she was seeing, Her Stomach Curling In disgust at the Sight, “Get your Disgusting hands off of that Girl!” she yelled, Dragging him off by his hair, roughly letting go causing Chris to Bash his head against the wall. Madi gave Evelyn a soft, caring look as she covered her back up.

The only Thing Evelyn saw through teary eyes was Madi Dragging her Husband by his hair.

Once again Evelyn Shook the memory again, She doubted Chris Ever Loved her like a Daughter; he only Felt Sexual Things for Her.

Evelyn’s Thoughts were Interrupted When She heard Two Pairs of Footsteps barreling Right towards her, before she could turn around someone Wrapped their arms around her and Tackled her to the Ground, she was Twisted around to See it was Dean Straddling her.

“Can’t Outrun us, Sweetheart.” Dean Said, with a Smirk Plastered on his Face, Meanwhile Sam was Rolling his eyes at Dean’s Obviously Childish behavior.

Evelyn Shoved Dean Off of her before Standing up, “You Guys Can’t be here, you’re gonna Put everyone in danger!” she hissed at them, Swatting Dean’s Hands away from her face.

Before Dean Or Sam Could ask her Who she was Talking about, a familiar female Voice was Heard a few feet in front of them.

“Lyn, are these those Winchester Boys you were talking about?” they all turned to see it was Madi Who was talking, Still alive and well.

Evelyn Glanced back to see Dean and Sam looking at her with Arched Eyebrows, as She Awkwardly chuckled.

She had a lot of Explaining to do.

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Madi Gratefully led them to the Safehouse, if the Winchester Brothers were Out here now in their Old Hunting Grounds, then it was safe to say Chris was going to make them a Target as well, Sam and Dean Didn’t argue with Madi seeing as it would be no use since Madi was a mother Hen.

Stepping into the Old Abandoned Cabin, Evelyn saw the rest of her old Hunting Team, Gathered together amongst a few Children as well, they were cuddled up to a Couple of the Adults who were keeping them cozy and warm.

The first one to remember Evelyn was a young Adult named Lana, Who immediately charged at Evelyn, Hugging her tight. “Lyn! You came back!” She Screeched With Happiness; Evelyn Returned the Hug, rubbing Lana’s back as she did.

“Yeah I did, I’m making sure You’re all safe.” She said, Lana was the Newest member of their old Hunting Group, after the incident Madi wanted to keep the team going, possibly train younger members who wanted to be Hunters without the Trauma that Chris would always Project onto his ‘Students.’ Madi would Always send letters from Lana.

“Who are they?” Lana asked, motioning towards Dean and Sam who were just standing Awkwardly at the Cabin Door, Dean had a Look of Slight Betrayal on his face while Sam had that Same Puppy Dog look in his eyes staring at the young Hunters and Children all gathered around the fire. Evelyn gave Lana a smile, Perhaps it was time for her family to meet the two most Important Guys in her life.

“Well the Big tall Guy is Sam Winchester, He’s My best friend; I would Trust him with my life if I had to.” She Responded, Smiling back at Sam before moving on to Introduce Dean. “And this is Dean, my best friend and my Absolutely lovable Boyfriend; I would also Trust him with my life.”

“Wow, you have a boyfriend now? Shocker.” Someone else, with a Cold Mannered Voice said from the corner of the room in the Darkness; a Woman with Straight black hair tied up in a Ponytail and Snake Green eyes.

Evelyn Immediately Recognized her, one of her Rivals; and She Recognized her on a Personal level. The woman’s name was Blaire Thompson, same Age as Evelyn.

Chris’ Niece.

[hotdamnmadison]

Well geez. A year sure does fly by pretty quick, huh?

I feel a bit rusty - haven't blogged, journal'd, or yelled from a rooftop in quite a long time. Try and stick around for the ride (if you're reading this... or maybe I'm writing it for myself).

For those of you who care to doomscroll - you'll see that I took a hiatus from Tumblr, and from a lot of things. I wrote a pinned post (since swapped for this one), detailing all of the things I intended on working on. Finances, Mental State, Physical State, and Sexual Frustrations.... Here is how I made out.

Number one: I wasn't careful enough with my other self and unfortunately I was caught red handed at the beginning of this year. It got pretty messy and I've essentially tossed out my fem side. the 60/40 split male to female is now 100% male. No more panties, no more wigs.... all gone... more on this later (though if you disappear now I wouldn't blame you).

Finances - ugh... up and down. Currently down but never count me out. I won't bore anyone with the deets. Just know that my job relies heavily on my activity and effort. And I've dumped a ton of time into it. I am hoping to see the fruits of that labor very soon.

Mentally - Day by day I think. Today - not great. When I'm doing the things that I enjoy doing I'm obviously distracted and life is manageable. Pressures from work, bills, money, blah blah blah. Typically human stuff.

Physically - probably the only real bit of good news is in this section. No alcohol since early March, and fuck me has it been hard. Multiple weddings, parties, holidays, and free days where I could've bought a 12 pack or bottle if I really wanted to. But I didn't. And I haven't. And I won't. I've been running, exercising, and even competing a bit. I'm not binge drinking every day, and my body thanks me for it. Sleeping better. Waking up earlier. Not hungover all the time. Feels good.

Sexually - Yeah, again to reiterate the above I got busted stashing clothes and experimenting. Truthfully, it could've gone worse - but it was still ugly nonetheless. I'm really not experimenting at all these days. But every now and then - the days of old slip back into my mind. Hence why I logged back in today. I remember the parts of "madi" that I enjoyed (not the booze, not the secrecy)... I just loved being someone else for a while.

All in all - I'm alive and well for those who care to inquire. I had a lot of big plans back in December of last year. And honestly, I'm heading in the right direction for a lot of those goals... I'm not quite there yet. But I feel like I'm progressing little by little. And that has to count for something.

I felt semi guilty signing on and writing this - because it felt like sexual relapse. But as I'm writing and the thoughts are pouring out, I realized something. I'm allowed to have a fucking journal - and I'm allowed to have a private blog. I'm allowed to have a safe space. And I'm allowed to be here.

This doesn't mean I'm going to be super active on here, but I may sign on and enjoy my blog every now and again. Maybe relive some old posts, discussions, and see how may of you goobers are still active. Maybe I'll see how much of what I used to say and do I still actually agree with. Or maybe I'll be gone for another year. To be honest I really don't have a clue. And that's fine.

One day at a time, Madi. One day at a time. ❤️

[themadisynhuang]

≈ meadowview farm. with @hairpintvrns  ( terry )

This had been four days in a row now. Madisyn watched the stranger from her place on the porch of the farmhouse, hot coffee warming her hands in the uncomfortable morning chill. Illinois was not as kind in the fall as it had been in the summer, that was for sure. She made a mental note to order herself a thicker bathrobe, the thin satin kimono-style one currently draped over her frame not doing much to retain body heat. 

Still, she’d sacrifice a bit of warmth if it meant she could finally capture proof that she was being stalked.

She had no idea what the person was up to, stalking the grounds of the farm, on the edges near the trees, staring up at the miserable gray sky as if there was something so interesting up there. Maybe for security cameras, Madi thought, taking a sip of her drink. Maybe they were looking for a way to get to the poor, defenseless llamas. 

Or the poor, defenseless influencer who lived alone in an isolated farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. God, they were probably aware of Madi staring them down, and were going to wait until she turned around to go inside and get ready for the day to strike. 

It’d be like Kim Kardashian in Paris all over again.

With that scary thought lodged in her mind, Madi ventured to the edge of the steps of the porch, leaning out so they would hear her as she yelled across the ground, causing a few birds to scatter from the trees at the sudden interruption of the silence.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing on my farm?!”